Saving Grace Horse Rescue & Boarding

07/10/2024

Be safe out there with these high temperatures this week!

07/10/2024

Such sweet memories ❤️❤️❤️❤️

07/10/2024

Dakota is 24 years old. I’ve had him since he was 2 1/2. He taught all three kids how to ride. He now has arthritis and is sound at a walk only. He isn’t going anywhere! He will never know an auction or a killpen. Pets are a commitment in easy times and in bad times. Would it be easier and cheaper to “find him a new home”? Absolutely but today I choose to practice what I preach♥️. Don’t be part of the problem in this throwaway society we live in. They gave us their very best and served us well. I choose to serve him now!

07/10/2024

Be part of the solution-not part of the problem

via - Dawn Beach Spencer

August 9, 2020 ·

The horse does not know his score, at the end of the dressage test. Only, that he went along, just as he was ridden. Lazy by nature he tried only as much as he knew would be insisted on. However, being pretty and relaxed, as well as a relatively good mover, has earned him many points and blue ribbons in the past. His young rider though, has ambitions, and he cannot meet them. He will be put on the market and then sold.

The horse does not know... the time on the clock, at the end of the jumping round. All she knows is that she tried, even though some of the lines ridden to the fence depended on her heart, to clear them. She knows, that some of the spots where she left the ground, were hard to navigate a fence from. She only knows that it is her job is to jump what is in front of her. She trusts her riders guidance to help her, to do that job.

The horse does not know... a fraction of a second divides the winners and the losers in the rodeo barrel racing finals. He does not know that less than 16 seconds of his efforts could earn enough cash to keep him in hay and grain for the rest of his life. All he knows is that he must apply all his efforts into a very concentrated time span, and that the young lady that rides him is his very best friend.

The horse does not know... losing this race might put his very life in jeopardy. He knows his leg hurts and so do his lungs. He knows he is not the fastest horse out here. He is trying his hardest and some of the others are just coasting and he still cannot keep up. He knows he must run, because that is what he was born, and trained, to do. He does not know that this is his last race and two weeks from now his life will be over.

The horse does not know... now that summer camp is done and the last of the children have returned to school, that she is an expense. One that will not be maintained through the winter. She does not know that the auction she has been sent to has no buyers for a horse like her. She knows she will do as she is asked and so when the others who share her fate, climb onto the trailer that smells of fear and of death, she obediently climbs on too.

The horse does not know... growing old in a pasture, or a stall, is not a right, that all horses enjoy. His owners are old too, and they cannot care for him... and themselves. He knows he has been a member of this family and has lived here at this farm, for as long as he can remember.

Sure his joints ache a bit and he would rather saunter than gallop these days. The family members of his humans do not consider him part of their family. They give him to a man that says he wants a companion horse for his wife’s gelding. There is no wife and there is no gelding. Twenty four hours later he is on a truck bound for Mexico.

The world is simple to a horse. They take each day as it comes and none of them...trained or untrained...winners or losers...unstarted or retired, deserve to get on a slaughter bound truck. However each year, thousands and thousands do. It is up to each of us to do what we can for those with no voice of their own. Educate yourself and others. Care for your horses, rehome responsibly, pay for your horses retirement, or pay to euthanize them. Check out your local rescue and get involved.

Be the change that must occur in the equine industry so we can all look up, smile and say. “ I am...part of the solution.”

10/23/2023

Awesome awesome rescue!!!

ITS DONE!!

YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!!!

History made!!!

The pen is clear.

Horses are leaving to quarantine as we speak. Please bear with us as this is a lot to intake and handle and Olivia (who does all the updates) is really not feeling well even though she’ll never admit it.

We are absolutely over the moon with this fundraisers success.

This morning a little miracle was born at the farm. A sweet baby boy was born from Moonlight the Percheron draft mare. Moonlight was rescued while pregnant from the pen and she finally has felt safe enough to bring new life into the world.

We named him “Neo” which means new.

He has a new beginning because of donors like you. His life will never know kill pens, pain or auctions. He will always be safe because he was born safely into the crew.

For every horse that lost their life in that terrible place… we will make sure Neo never knows a bad fate.

Thank you. Thank you for making history with us.

It’s been a privilege saving lives with you.

Now let’s start them on the path to a better tomorrow.

NOT ONE MORE!

10/08/2023

Don't abuse him, and don't use him, for something you lack.
He is flesh and blood, the same as you.
He is a tool, the same as you, built of muscle, and purpose.
You each have a purpose, known only to a greater need, and God.
The beast of burden, is not just the horse, it is you as well.
You bear the burden for his life, and he shall fulfill your needs, and carry your burden.
The horse is part of you, all of you, at times.
Give more than you ask, and the horse will return payment, a thousand times over.

01/10/2023

Have a great day everyone!

01/01/2023

01/01/2023

Happy 2023 everyone!!!

Happy New Year!

12/13/2022

When I Am An Old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my social security on
white wine and carrots,
And sit in my alleyway of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.

will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.

I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel
And I will be an embarrassment to ALL
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.

-Author Patty Barnhart

12/12/2022

Happy Tuesday everyone! Own it!!

12/12/2022

12/11/2022

The Kelpies
Scotland UK

For more details - https://youtu.be/-cDYCEuc4P4

12/11/2022

This says it all for me... I am blessed to have horses in my life every day!!