{"id":5220,"date":"2009-11-29T21:50:44","date_gmt":"2009-11-30T02:50:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.saratoga.com\/horse-racing-blog\/2009\/11\/livin-on-easy-street-beautiful-horses-happy-at-last.html"},"modified":"2017-11-28T10:42:10","modified_gmt":"2017-11-28T15:42:10","slug":"livin-on-easy-street-beautiful-horses-happy-at-last","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.saratoga.com\/horse-racing-blog\/2009\/11\/livin-on-easy-street-beautiful-horses-happy-at-last\/","title":{"rendered":"Livin’ on Easy Street: Beautiful Horses, Happy at Last."},"content":{"rendered":"
When I was in high school in Watervliet, New York, I had friends who lived on Easy Street in Maplewood, a small enclave of the town populated mostly by Russian-Americans. (It was because of this delightful community of Eastern Europeans that my school was one of only two, I believe, high schools in New York State that offered Russian as a language option.) But I digress, per usual. (Hey, cut me some slack: it’s the holidays, and I’m in the process of my annual hibernation. I can’t physically just curl up and sleep ’til the first day of Spring–which, in my world, is Opening Day of Belmont’s Spring Meet–so I start sentences about one topic and meander through the woods, always ending up where I intended to go…but the circuitous route seems more interesting when I’m weighed down by the heaviness of Winter’s spiritual and physical saddlepack.)<\/p>\n
Ah, yes. Easy Street. I wanted to live on Easy Street. Who didn’t? Easy Street is the
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\nmythical place where life is sweet: all needs are met. Love abounds. Friendships flourish, and there’s always a helping hand. Many Americans work like dogs for 40 years, hoping to at least retire to Easy Street, if they can’t figure out how to do it earlier in Life.<\/p>\n
If you’re a horse, getting to Easy Street is often harder. When you don’t have thumbs, you have to depend on the kindness of others to provide for you. Birds are lacking that fifth digit, but they manage to forage and build cozy nests and find all the food they need. But horses are another story. For some reason, many humans feel a need to starve, beat or otherwise be cruel to horses. Why, I’ve so often wondered angrily, are so many people intentionally rotten to God’s most beautiful creatures? We’ve heard entirely too many stories recently of horses in the hundreds, found starved to death or near-death. Horses who’ve been beaten with chains, left to bleed out. I believe, truly, that animal cruelty of all kinds–but most notably on the part of those who torture or abandon horses–stems from an innate jealousy of the archetypal Horse.<\/p>\n
The Horse in archetype represents strength, consummate beauty, speed and otherworldly, innate Wisdom…<\/p>\n
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And many humans, incorrectly believing the myth that they are in some way “superior” to these magnificent creatures–and knowing that they will never, ever live up to the archetype of the Horse–have a twisted need, an actual craving, to debase and injure that which is superior to their own miserable souls.<\/p>\n
\nAnd then there’s New Holland. Don’t get me started on New Holland. The infamous town in Pennsylvania where horses who no longer “serve” those who own them are dumped and auctioned off to killbuyers. (An even lower lifeform, those humans whose souls are so broken that they think nothing of making a boatload of cash from the process of buying horses at auction and selling them to slaughterhouses on behalf of flesh purveyors in Europe and Asia.) (For the uninitiated: It’s illegal for USDA inspectors to inspect horsemeat in America, so American slaughterhouses are closed, until Montana figures out how to skirt the law.) Mexican and Canadian slaughterhouses are too-often the end for many of these most-kind of animals. This is wrong on so many levels, starting with the fact that any human, anywhere, chose not to love and care for their horse, but rather to “dispose” of this creature that represents the light, love and innocence of Heaven, itself.<\/p>\n
These horses never found the route to Easy Street.<\/p>\n
The majority of horses I know are well-loved, admired, adored. Just today I loved up on an old mare named Treasure. And a treasure she is, indeed! Old, wooly and a tad sway-backed–but the glory of her heritage could be felt there in her lovely stall…and her eyes. Oh, her eyes. I felt Wisdom and kindness in those eyes. I thank God that I met Treasure, and got to take in her remarkable spirit.<\/p>\n
Treasure is one of the blessed ones, a horse who is lovingly and gently retired and living out her days with a bellyful of sweet Timothy; lots of humans around who love her and the charming company of 60-something llamas, those adorable alien-like, Seussesque creatures who elegantly own the land surrounding Treasure’s warm barn. Treasure is appropriately-named, and blessed. But many horses are not so fortunate.<\/p>\n
Many horses do have have pensions that will assure that, after their careers on the track, field, arena or county fair–they will be lovingly cared-for for the rest of their days.<\/p>\n
But for those horses whose human connections have abandoned them to starvation, illness or outright being left out in the cold (literally), for whatever reasons–there’s Easy Street Horse Rescue.<\/p>\n