Passion's Diary

The sky was blue and white over AHAR today.... I had the sun on my back and the wind in my hair. I've never felt so safe, loved and free in all my four years. (nearly five soon, I hope I get carrot cake hint hint)

I closed my eyes and remember my life before here. Starvation, oh the pain in my tummy as it roared for food. A little bit of that hay I saw in the next shed would have done. Just a fist. I could smell it but couldn't reach it. My lips were read raw from licking them. We all cried for food... but nobody came. I know they heard us, but their hearts were cold and careless. 

I lay down and decided to give up. My heart was broken as the others died around me. My friends. I didn't want to die alone.

Then she came.... she held my face and said your safe now I'm here as she kissed my face.
The next few hours were a blur... I remember I woke up with so many warm people around me. Her friends, her team.

They all took turns hand feeding me, rubbing me. I felt their warm tears, break on my face. I could see the fear in their face. Was I going to die after all?

So many people would have given up on me..... If anything they fought harder to save me, I was the impossible to save horse. One hundred and eighty five kg. Almost dead. They didn't think so, they said lets call her "Passion" cos it will take so much Passion to save her. She's the one I've been waiting for in my dreams to save me.

I think it was love at first sight for both of us. Soul mates who needed each other. Every day she sits with me, tells me all her stories of each rescue and I watch it all from my stable. I hear all the shouting as they carry the horses past. Some so thin I remember their pain. My heart bleeds.... I remember. 

I see Danny rush in with drips and bags of meds. He is some vet, just what she needed. He never gives up but fights her war with her. He is her hero she too, was looking for.
I hear them trying to lift their frail bodies onto straps to save them. I remember it all. 

Four so far since Christmas didn't make it. It was too late as she roared crying in my stable shouting "why? How can people do this? As she falls to her knees at my feet. Sobbing.

All I can do is hug her with my head and hope I can take her pain away like she did for me. 
From my stable I can see that Irish horses are in serious trouble. They are dying of their freedoms. Freedoms that made people very rich and paid for their homes, cars, holidays, families and gave them pride.

Now I'm asking you to help us get our pride back, you owe it to us. We have proved our worth.
For all my friends out there begging, help will come. Hang in there if you can.

To everyone who shares this post. Help will come faster. Please watch in your local area and report equines in need. Ring your local rescue. Ring The Department of Agriculture, ring your local Spca or the local Garda station. The thing is. Keep ringing and never give up until you get them help. 
The ones with no voices, the forgotten equines of Ireland.

Remember it takes a Passion to live, a Passion to save but the Passion you get from the love of an equine, you will take to your grave. 

Thank you to everyone who donated to save me. I know I was very costly but I promise I will never give up fighting to save hundreds more with my story.

I am the Irish ambassador for equines in need.

I am Passion, your little war horse xx