Apache's Final Thoughts

Indignant, his head hung low, eyes glassy, all he has is his memories. Within the pain he can no longer tolerate, within the hundreds of enmeshed bodies… Stinking and rotting. All he has is his memories. Escaping the frightful screams of death and the smell of blood, He is remembering his fist love. He was so young, as was she. Beautiful girl, kind hands, sweet voice and a carrot ever present in her pocket. They rode and rode, hundreds of miles through trails and streams, as one They loved each other’s company. Then a day came when she never showed. He didn’t understand…but he could sense something wrong. SHE was gone. Never coming back. Then came a man, callous of hand, took him- roughly. He didn’t understand. Pushed into a trailer, his feet fell through the rusted bottom- PAIN… The man whipped him into another place. He stood bleeding as they drove away. Arriving to a place. So cold, no lush grass, tiny area, no place to run and frollick- The MAN took him out of the trailer, bleeding hocks and all- shuffled him into a barn where the stench was raw. Threw a huge, heavy, ill fitting saddle upon his back. This man, A Goliath even to this horse, pulled the cinch so tight he could not breathe. A bit shoved in his mouth. OUCH! A spade splitting his tongue- the huge man grabbed a whip and jumped right on. “I’ll teach you not to be a WOMANS’ horse. You are now mine- you will be a MANS’ horse, and Work like a horse should!” Shouting, the MAN spurred the horse into action- foot bleeding the entire time. The spade biting into his tongue, the horse raised his head, only to be beat between the ears- the MAN was furious. Flying round and round they went- This cruelty, this circus continued for many years. He was broken of leg and spirit at the age of ten- whence upon the MAN called the “Meat guy”, and for a few hundred this horse was sent to his end. He stood in the corral of death awaiting his turn, for the bolt to shoot into his brain and slide down the conveyor belt. He remembered his first love during the last few seconds- her spirit came to him… “Join me Apache, my beautiful mount, in Heaven we will be together where no one can hurt us… FOREVER!” He didn’t know what the words meant- but he knew his love was there to save him… he left the crippled body behind and joined his true love before the cleaver sliced him apart. *This is written for the thousands of horses sent to slaughter each year. A. Green