Kentucky Animal Rescue Funny Farm

15/06/2025

Please do not declaw it’s actually illegal in Europe and should be in the USA

09/06/2025

Unless a miracle happens there will be more horses slaughtered this year vs last year

The USDA released a report on June 5th detailing the number of horses exported into Mexico. There was a significant increase in numbers, from 346 horses in the previous week to 443.

Your support can make a difference in intercepting horses from entering the slaughter pipeline. We were able to save 27 precious horses last month through our Buy-Out Program and we wouldn’t be able to do it without your continued support and donations!

GIVE NOW! Help Rescue, Shelter & Protect!
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💌 Mail: Horse Plus Humane Society P.O. Box 485, Hohenwald, TN 38462
🔸Hotline 4 Horses for Reporting Slaughter Pipeline Crimes: 202-240-2804

Horse Plus Humane Society is a 501(c)(3) non-profit animal welfare organization & has been rescuing, sheltering, and protecting horses since 2003. Tax ID #20-1156396.

09/06/2025

We have agreed to take in a 2-year-old mule and a 28-year-old Standardbred. Literally, no one wanted these deserving souls. They will both be located in Nicholasville, KY, and once the mule has been quarantined and received shots, she will be available for adoption. If anyone can donate to help with transportation from the kill pen or vet fees for shots and teeth floating, we would appreciate it. It's really disheartening that a 28-year-old Standardbred, which worked its whole life and raised many babies, was thrown away by the Amish when it couldn't work anymore. She will be retired and live out her remaining years in peace. https://venmo.com/code?user_id=2686681710854144617

08/06/2025

In a quiet corner of the world, hidden beneath ivy and shadows, a life came to an end.

No one noticed at first. The world kept moving. Cars rushed by, people scrolled through phones, laughter echoed from open windows. But beneath a patch of green, near an old stone fountain, a tiny heartbeat had stopped.

She was just a stray cat to most—dirty, unnoticed, forgotten. No name, no collar. No home.

But she had once known love.

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Not long ago, she used to wait at the park’s edge every morning. Her fur, though matted, had a shimmer under the morning sun. Children sometimes threw her scraps, and old men spoke gently to her. But there was one boy—just one—who saw her not as a stray, but as a soul.

He named her **Mimi**.

He brought her milk in a paper cup, food wrapped in napkins, and stories whispered under trees. He told her about school, about being lonely, about dreams he didn't dare say out loud to anyone else. And Mimi listened—always there, her little body curled beside him, her purrs louder than the silence of his life.

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But seasons change. And life, cruel as it is, does not always wait for goodbyes.

One winter, the boy stopped coming.

Maybe his family moved. Maybe school took him somewhere far. No one ever knew. But Mimi waited—day after day, in the cold, in the rain, in the wind that cut through her thinning fur.

Her eyes grew dim.

Her steps slower.

But still, she waited.

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Until one day, she couldn’t wait anymore.

She lay down near the bushes, where the grass met the soil, in the only place that had ever felt like hers. With the last warmth of the earth beneath her body and the distant scent of the boy still lingering in memory, she closed her eyes.

She was not found by someone who would weep, nor buried by someone who knew her name. She was seen only later—by someone who took a picture, maybe in sorrow, maybe in shock.

But that moment—the image of her lying still beneath the ivy—tells a story louder than any scream.

A story of how even the smallest lives can carry oceans of love.

A story of how the world moves too fast to notice a final breath.

A story of how every creature, no matter how forgotten, deserves a goodgoodby

If you’re reading this now, pause.

Think of Mimi.

Not just as a cat, but as every lost, voiceless being who ever waited for someone who didn’t return. Think of how much love exists in silence. Think of how many lives pass without a witness.

Then go outside.

Look around.

And if you see a stray—feed her.

Pet him.

Name them.

Be the one who notices.

Because sometimes, one human heart is all a creature ever has.

07/06/2025

One day, doing the right thing will matter more than making a quick buck.
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06/06/2025

If your horse is unsound, aged, or no longer has a good quality of life and you cannot keep them, the kindest, most responsible thing you can do is euthanize them...not give them away to a stranger who “promises” a good home. Euthanize.

The people who pick up these horses, whether through a giveaway post, a sale ad, or a word-of-mouth favor, don’t love your horse. They don’t know them. They have no emotional history. No context for their quirks, their limits, or their medical needs. That bond you’ve built over the years? The memories, the care, the promises? That dies the second you hand over the lead rope.

From that moment on, your horse is just another mouth to feed. Another vet bill. Another project. And when they get inconvenient: when they can’t be ridden, when the arthritis flares, when the hooves need special care or when the meds cost too much, there is no reason for that new person to keep trying. They don’t owe your horse anything. And that’s the root of the problem.

Too many horses, good horses, kind horses, horses who were once someone’s heart, get passed down the line until they land in a place no horse should ever know. Auction pens. Kill buyers. Backyard neglect. Starvation. Loneliness. Confusion. Pain.

And do you know what I hear every time? "We had a contract." “I thought she went to a good home.” “They promised they’d keep him.” “They said they had a pasture for her to live out her days.”

If you truly love your horse: if they stood steady while you learned, were a shoulder to cry on, nickered when they heard your footsteps, and showed up for you on their best and worst days, you owe them more than hope and a handshake.

You owe them peace. You owe them safety. You owe them a dignified end that is pain-free and fear-free, before the bad days outnumber the good.

And this responsibility doesn’t only apply to the horses who’ve been your partners for years. Even if it’s a horse you’ve just purchased, they still deserve the same compassion. A horse doesn’t need to have earned your love to be worthy of a gentle ending.

All horses deserve that kindness, that dignity, and that final act of selfless care.

It’s not selfish to make the decision to euthanize. It’s not “giving up.” It’s doing what people who truly care about horses do: taking responsibility. You stay with them. You look them in the eye. And you make sure they never have to wonder why the person they trusted walked away when things got hard. Let them go with love, before the world gets to them.

02/06/2025

UPDATE: THANK YOU - ALL ATTACKERS IDENTIFIED!

The attackers were not arrested!
Do you know who they are? If so, please email [email protected] with any information about them. These three were the primary attackers during the Columbia Spring Jubilee Big Lick Horse Show in Columbia, TN, where Jason and Tawnee Preisner and their son Justin (our founders) sustained injuries during the attack and were admitted to the emergency room. You can watch the attack at this link: https://bit.ly/44ZNs3X

30/05/2025

This was at the big lick just shows how violent and pieces of s**t these ppl are that abuse horses