Hi everybody, my name is Breeze.
My last owner thought it was acceptable to keep me locked in a shed, with no food, no water or no light.
The conditions were so bad that I spent every day up to my hocks in my own dung. I was so thirsty I was forced to try and suck the moisture out of bits of timber, in the end I gave up on that and resigned myself to drinking my own urine. I was so hungry, I had accepted that I was going to die in this horrible, dark shed.
One day the door opened, blinded by the light I could not see, I heard some gasps then, a warm hand touched me and spoke softly to me, telling me I would be alright.
I was led to a horsebox and loaded so gently, I had never experienced a gentle hand before. The voice told me “we are going to bring you home”. At first I did not understand this “home” word.
When I arrived at the place I later learned was called Hungry Horse Outside, I was excited, I was allowed all the water I wanted, I was given hay, I finally had a bed of my own all fluffed up with straw, I wonder if I should lie on it or eat it.
Today I know what home means and I sure am a pretty lady after all these months of care, look at me now!
Hi, my name is Cupcake.
My last owner thought that it was alright for me to live in a field with no grass or water, only rushes. Hungry Horse Outside found me, fed me, dosed me and looked after my feet.
I am only one year old and am going to have a foal to a Jack donkey. I am too young, but at least I know that people care about me now.
This was Cupcake then Look at her now! Loving the accommodation.