Riding my new horse yesterday at my parent’s home. I still do not know her name,,,,, I am waiting for her papers which will tell me her name. I only know that she is 17 years old, that she was used to make babies because of her pedigrees and was going to be killed tomorrow Monday because “she is too old”… I just adopted her and tomorrow she will not be killed. I am already in love with her, there is a softness in her that is unique. I took her from the butcher directly, and somehow I feel that she knew that it was the end for her…. I am happy to be able to save a life. She is beautiful.