By April Horowitz
As you all can see, the Heart of a Horse Facebook page has attracted a very large following. We now have more than a quarter of a million “Likes” and several hundred thousand people visiting our site from places as far apart as Mongolia and Argentina, Iceland and New Zealand. On the worldwide web we have formed a community of horse lovers that is truly global. We are very grateful to all our Facebook page readers who have contributed to making this possible. You have enabled us to become one of the largest horse sites on the web. It is our purpose to use this presence in homes all over the world to promote the welfare of horses, and also to give a voice to the horse lovers young and old, the owners and riders, the artists and photographers who appreciate them and strive to protect them from the hostile forces beyond their control that confront them.
Heart of a Horse did not start out as a Facebook page. From the beginning its main mission has been rescue. Raising awareness about the beauty, intelligence and sensibility of horses is a vital task in protecting them from unfeeling human beings who are the instigators of their abuse and neglect. That is why I began the Facebook page. Because I knew it was essential to our primary mission. And that is why over the next few weeks I am going to tell the story of Heart of a Horse in these pages.
Let me begin by saying that I am basically a private person and do not seek the limelight except insofar as it serves the Heart of a Horse mission. I am uncomfortable being a public person, and would prefer if I did not have to speak about myself but only about the horses. But I have come to see that this is not possible. People ask questions, they want to know who is responsible, and they want to know the motives behind an operation like Heart of a Horse and its Facebook page. And so I need to tell this as my story too.
One of the things I need to tell is why rescue has become such a passion in my life. Those who have been involved in rescue know that it is a hard and often thankless occupation. It is physically demanding, and requires dealing with situations and circumstances that are frequently both dangerous and repellent. One encounters incomprehensible human cruelty to beautiful, feeling creatures who are unable to defend themselves. One is often rewarded for the efforts one makes with unwarranted suspicion, resentment and spite. Because there is very little money or public support for rescue work it is often frustrating and heartbreaking in the extreme.
So why does one do it? The source of such a passion must come from deep within one’s own psyche, from a pain in the soul that resonates with the pain one sees in these speechless beings who are in need of rescue. The rewards for such a soul, on the other hand, are very great. In the course of my work I have been blessed to encounter both animals and human beings with great hearts, and these great hearts are what has made it all worthwhile.