Thank you for my life!

Sally

Born deformed, Sally was left to defend himself and make his own way in a place where he was unwanted and abused. Hobbling and crawling he was useless. 

 He was found at farm labor camp hovering (actually on his knees) among a group of  goats in the hot  sun where he had been the target of several years of abuse and cruelty.  With not much to eat and a lot of sticks and rocks thrown at him ,along with the big dogs that would chase him down, Sally had managed to survive, living on what little grass and weeds he could find .

He had never been handled or shown any kindness, and was afraid of any approaching people, he knew all to well what was about to happen. Standing on his knees and looking into your eyes, he would beg for a little mercy. He wanted trust someone even after what had happened to to him. He desperately wanted to trust us. He needed help.

He was immediately hospitalized where he had food and clean water  and received  medical attention for the abuse he had received. He was also neutered/castrated and came a new home and life.

Sally owes his life to the kindness and generosity of longtime animal advocate and activist  Sherry DeBoer of Political Animals who purchased him out of the hell he was living in, paid for all his medical care, and provided a home as well. 

Thank you Sherry for all you have done!

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Sweetheart

Sweetheart was born deformed with a grostestly twisted front leg. She was an embarrassment and worthless to her breeders, and they wanted her off of their ranch. She was given away as a tiny baby to the first person who would take her. She was then passed from owner to owner as she grew and her condition worsened.

Somehow she found her way to the sport of tripping.  This is an event where horses are turned into an arena, made to run, and have their front legs pulled out from under them with a rope.

The horses of choice are many times small and defenseless. The kind that don't put up much of a fight. Most don’t survive!  Somehow Sweetheart did ,probably because she just couldn't run. She eventually ended up at a ranch where she was going to pay her way raising foals. 

If things were going to be a little better, it only got worse. She was bred but lost her foal. (She always loved foals and anytime one would come to the ranch she would try to steal it.)

With little to eat she managed to stay alive through the generosity of some neighbors in the foothill area where she was kept. Throwing her deformed leg in front of her and twisting her body she would slowly walk up a rocky trail where she would find the bits of hay and occasionally carrots that were left for her. For sport her owners children would chase her on their motorcycles.

After a number of complaints, Sweetheart was surrendered to a local SPCA to avoid cruelty charges and possible prosecution. As soon as we heard about her  we couldn't get to the shelter fast enough, and Sweetheart came into our lives.

There is no way to describe what a wonderful loving and kind mare she was, and the total joy she brought into so many lives. She traveled over the ranch with an old crippled sheep named Stompy, little Pixie the three legged pony, and sometimes Stinky the goat we found laying on the side of a road. They all loved each other dearly and were inseparable. They would lay down and sleep together, and if one was not in site, would search for each other.

Sweetheart was with us for nearly 15 years, but as in all things we knew the day would finally come when she would no longer have a quality of life. Her good front leg started to break down, and we could no longer help her. She was suffering greatly. It was a heart wrenching and devastating day, but we had to help her. She will always be in our hearts and prayers, and we will miss her forever. Stompy was lost without her, and inconsolable. She passed away soon after-They are together now, and we will see them again someday, AND ALL BE TOGETHER!

 



























Honey Boy

Thank you for my Life!

 Honey Boy was bought as a day old calf at a cattle auction and raised on a bottle. He was would have been sold for meat but his owner started playing with him and soon learned how smart and gentle he was.

As Honey grew up he was broke to ride and started going to parades and rodeos. He would squeeze right in a two horse trailer with a saddle horse and away he would go. For many years he thrilled thousand and became a celebrity to those who saw him parading down streets or traveling around an arenas with his sequined clad owner on his back. Many times another younger bull would be lead along with him, or he would run a barrel pattern just as the rodeo horses and cowgirls did.

Then his owner became ill and he was sold. His new owners daughter would saddle him up and ride him to her grandmothers home where she would spend the night and then ride home the next day, but they were afraid of him, and handled him with great care.

 All the time he lived with them, he was left tied up with the by the ring in his nose. For nearly eight years he endured the pain of it slowly tearing away until it finally tore the septum (area between his two nostrils) out.

He was sold to a cattle dealer who was also afraid of him, but thought he would sell him for a big profit as a performer. He wanted to put another ring in his nose so he took a hay hock and heated it red hot and drove it down into the top of his face, and inserted a ring. Besides the horrible pain and infection the ring was only jammed into a  burned hole. Honey hated this man and the man was even more afraid of him. To make matters worse he kept him locked in a stock trailer day and night.

With no luck selling him, and afraid to handle him, Honey was to be sold for slaughter. He had only a few days to live when we heard about what was about to happen.  We purchased him and he came home.

When he arrived he was a thin 1600 pounds, and as mad as hell and wanted nothing to do with any of us. As a matter of fact we were lucky for openings in the fences to dive under and through.

Then he found a friend when he adopted one of our directors who pulled the infected ring out of his nose. They became inseparable. Honey would beg for treats and attention every time his pickup pulled into the ranch.  

 
Chalei and Sara
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their wonderful story
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Pixie
(Little Miss You Are Not the Boss of Me)

For all most all her fifteen years Pixie has lived without a hind leg. Not only has she endured several devastating tragedies, but has touched and inspired everyone who meets her with her courage and determination.

 Pixie lost her leg as a baby. What really happened will always shrouded in mystery. Left to suffer she somehow managed to live on her own in a mountain pasture for several years before she was rescued. She was never helped, NEVER given anything for her pain, and never saw a vet. All she could do was lick her wounds and stub.

She lived by dragging herself along to find food and water and survived the attacks of the band of horses she was left with. With her little stub dangling she would stand and fight and then hobble away as they ran her down, but there was more tragedy in her life when at not quite three years old,  Pixie almost died giving birth to a foal sired by a full sized stallion.

It has truly been a journey  AND WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED!

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Yellow Fellow
One of the many feral cats who
live at the ranch.
He has been neutered!
Mr. P
Also known as Pee-Pee
is a real character. He travels
all over the ranch, runs, barks, and roots up
the lawn. He also hides under feed carts
and motor homes, and steals food
and screams. He has been neutered!
Pinky and Pixie
Pinky is a little feral cat that 
is trying to befriend us but loves Pixie.
She has been spayed!






Little Fella showed up at the ranch when he was a baby. He actually came when we weren't home. Our locked gate was taken down an he was left in a corral.  (We have a different gate now).

Born without eyes or a tail, and a twisted face,  Little Fella is not so little anymore. He tips the scales at close to 1600 lbs. He is funny and a big beggar for food and takes very good care of himself. Even though he has no eyes, he seems to see everything. He knows voices and responds to commands.

 

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