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The day may come when the rest of the animal creation may acquire those rights which never could hav

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Fighting a Hard Battle, But We're not giving up yet!
Beautiful creatures, with 4 legs, kind eyes, and a big heart.
Most little girls love them, from the time they set eyes on them.
Many little boys fantasize about growing up to ride them and become cowboys.
Those who own them, couldn't imagine their lives without them.
Those who ride them, consider them their partner, their best friend.
A soft muzzle, a warm breath, a light in their eyes that lets us know they appreciate everything we do.
They have a gracefulness like no other and will forgive us with no questions asked.
A gallop through a field on a warm summer day.
A show where though our day wasn't all in the blue, our rides were those made from a dream.
They do their best, they love us they put their heart and soul into anything that we ask of them.
1,100+ pound animals, responding to their riders' every command, not because they have to, but because they want to.
They inspire us to dream, inspire us to love, inspire us to compete, inspire us to know that anything is possible, when they are on our side.
They are there for us when no one else is.
Yet, despite all they do, between 90,000 and 120,000 will die this year in one of the most inhumane manners created by man... HORSE SLAUGHTER.
They are there for us when we need them, will we be there for them?
TAKE A STAND, CALL YOUR SENATORS AND ASK THEM TO VOTE YES ON S 1915, FOR THE HORSES, FOR OUR BEST FRIENDS!
Thank you for your support!
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"The day may come when the rest of the animal creation may acquire those rights which never could have been withholden from them but by the hand of tyranny. The question is not can they REASON, nor can they TALK, but can they SUFFER?"
-- Jeremy Bentham 1748 - 1832
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"Don't remember me as I am now, think of me as I was then, when you still loved me."
THERE IS AN OLD INDIAN LEGEND THAT SAYS;
When the time comes for a man to die he must cross the rainbow bridge to heaven. As he crosses the bridge, he will meet every animal he has ever encountered;
and they, each, will judge him according to how they were treated by him, thus determining whether he is worthy to cross the rainbow to heaven.
Please treat all animals with the love and respect they deserve.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ATTENTION!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALERT!!! S 1915 Voting Taking Place within next month! Act Now!
Contact your Senators now, before this vote takes place. If you haven't done it already, PLEASE do it now!
If you do not know what the S 1915 is, it is a bill that will end the slaughter of horses in the US for the purpose of human consumption, if passed. Please contact your Senators now!
For those of you who aren't sure what to say or write, you may visit: http://community.hsus.org/campaign/FED_2006_horses_cosponsor house . There is a pre-written email with all the facts and they look up your Senators for you and send the email when you are done. With some of your own words added, it is a great email to send. Your senators' information can also be found at: https://secure2.convio.net/aspca/site/Advocacy?id=2017&J ServSessionIdr003=jaj7zdzy11.app17b .
We need to act now to save our horses!
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"HE WAS A STANDARDBRED, SOLD TO THE AMISH WHEN HE DIDN"T RACE FAST ENOUGH. THE AMISH THAT BOUGHT HIM, DROVE HIM FOR MANY YEARS, AND THEN, WHEN HE BECAME LAME, SOLD HIM TO THE MEAT BUYER!"
OH LITTLE WALLY, PLEASE, SOMEDAY, SAY YOU'LL UNDERSTAND!
By Melissa Beckwith

"My name was Little Wally, I was born to the sweetest mare in the world, on a farm that was almost as beautiful as heaven, where I was loved and handled daily. "You are to be a great little race horse, Wally, you'll go on to win many races and make your owner proud", they said. The day came where I was to be weaned, and then the day I was to go to my new home, and still I was treated with the care and respect I'd known my whole life. I was started in harness and I was fast! I trained well and was treated well. The day came for my first race, the driver, the same person who had been so nice to me in training, was impatient, not a good way to be while driving a young horse. I was doing well, at the front, but not in the lead. As we approached the wire, the driver, my owner, my trainer, a man I'd known since my weaning, reached up and slapped me with the whip. He'd never done that before! I spooked, I mis-stepped, I lost the race. He knew he messed up, he'll admit to this day. My next race I was spooky, I was worried I wasn't doing things right, I was slow. The races following were the same, I was worried, even when he wasn't driving.
One day, he came to me, "Wally, ole boy your just not what I thought you would become, but don't worry, the horse broker says he has a nice Amish home for you where you'll pull a carriage and work daily." So I went to live with the Amish family, where I pulled their carts, loved their little girl, and was a faithful worker, the entire time they had me. They loved me and appreciated me, but as I got older it became obvious that they would need to replace me, like an old used car. They sold me to a young man, I was to be his first horse and I continued to do my job well. He didn't appreciate me nearly as much as my previous family, like many young people, he tended to be careless at times and wanted to race the other young boys with their horses in the street. During one of these "races" I mis-stepped again, this time injuring myself and was forced to gimp home. The next day, I was taken to auction. They laughed at me, called me an old gimp, but someone did buy me...
I was loaded on the trailer, over crowded with other horses. I was crammed in and the door was shut. The ride was long and stressful, weak horses fell and I was unable to avoid stepping on them, crushing them. "I'm sorry", I whinnied, "I can't move!" Some of them died before we arrived, others were dragged off the trailer, and left to suffer.
Here in an over crowded pen, I longed for my little Amish girl, who had run her hand through my mane many a time, I longed for soft spoken words of the great horse I was to become, I longed for a kind pat, a farm like heaven, I'd known so long ago. Yelling interupted my thoughts, we were herded in to a line, unable to move, and though I knew I should turn and run, I couldn't, and eventually it was my turn. The pain was unbearable and long. I was killed painfully by the creature that not so long ago, had given me comforting words, encouraging pats, and treats. How could I have ever trusted such a creature?!
An angel came to my side and ran her fingers through my mane. "Little Wally, it's all over with now, please come with me." As we walked along the edges of heaven I saw glimpes of what I once was, a faithful companion, a hard worker, a horse that did not deserve to die like this. "Wally, there is a difference between those you trusted and those that killed you, someday, when they to come to rainbow bridge, I hope you'll understand this."
NOTE: This is not a true story, but the events are a combination of events that have happened to real horses in real life.
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Please come back for me….I don’t like it here
By Cheryl

You loaded me in the trailer..as you have hundreds of times…
We ridden the trails, the meadows, the beaches, quiet roads, quiet days…
You didn’t stay with me this day.. You left me here in this place….
Please come back for me,…I don’t like it here
There are many like me…did you think I needed their company?
So many..so close, so warm, yet some shiver…
Some look frightened..some tired…some bewildered, like me
Please come back for me…I’m frightened too
We’ve been together for so long..I can’t help but look for you..
I want to see you stroll back, bridle and lead in hand to take me away…
I promise I’ll never resist the trailer ever again…
Please come back for me..
Your children wove their tiny fingers through my mane…
They sat on my back, their laughter like bright sunshine…
It was long ago, they’ve gone on with their own lives..
Do I have no more purpose in yours?
I promise to stay well..I won’t eat so much…
If you keep your commitment to me that you swore to when I was young..
Love me, feed me well, I’ll do my part..I won’t colic, I won’t founder, I swear..
Please come back for me..I don’t think I can live without you
There are men here who look strange, as though they know things..
Some are gruff, some look sad…it’s just a job that they do
It’s not a good place, I don’t know why…but I know
Please come back for me…I know you will
The days go on…You don’t come…I’m so frightened…so scared
I’m tired, but I can’t lie down…I can’t lie in warm sweet-smelling straw
The smells here are bad…there’s no comfort here, no rest, no love
Did I betray you? Disappoint you? Please forgive me..come back for me I love you still

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Another Chance For Horses - ac4h.com
Just Say Whoa To Horse Slaughter - justsaywhoa.org
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Animals Voice - animalsvoice.com
Equine Advocates - equineadvocates.com

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A young boy was walking along the beach as high tide came in.
With every crash of the waves he noticed that dozens of seahorses were being cast onto the beach, where they lay gasping and squirming.
Hurriedly, he ran to each seahorse he could find and gently tossed them back into the surf.
A man watching all this approached the boy and said; "Son, what you are doing won't make a difference", to which the boy replied,
"To that seahorse . . . it will".
~Unknown Author
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Please keep the comments coming!!! Members of US Against Horse Slaughter come here to read them when they feel like giving up. Your comments and words of encouragement and our love for horses, keep us going when the fight gets tough. Thank you all so much for your kind words, your poems, your support!!! Please don't be insulted if I don't comment you back, we all really appreciate the comments you leave for us and thank you for your support from the bottom of our hearts!!!
Thank You!

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. A TRUE STORY OF A MARE AND FOAL WHOSE LIVES WERE SPARED.
This is from the website of oil tycoon T. Boone Pickens, and his wife, Madeleine...

While we wait for passage of H.R. 503 (to ban horse slaughter in the U.S for human consumption), along comes a miraculous story of survival. A mother horse survives a 6-day ordeal to a slaughter- house and is rescued and reunited with her orphaned foal.
Usually when the slaughter truck arrives back at the feedlot in Fallon, Nevada, it is hauntingly empty. This time it contained a miracle passenger, the sole survivor of the 39 horses taken to slaughter the week before. "This happens very, very rarely," says Shelly, a worker at the feedlot. "It is one in a million chance."
The brand inspection performed at the feedlot showed only one brand. When she was unloaded at the slaughterhouse, the workers noticed that she had an additional brand on her front shoulder. Because the initial paperwork did not match, the slaughterhouse was forced to send her back to the feedlot for re-inspection.
But this is only the beginning of this serendipitous story which began one week ago, on Thursday June 15 th, when Beth DeCaprio, executive director of the Grace Foundation of Northern California (a non-profit animal rescue organization), received a call about two orphaned foals left behind at a feedlot in Fallon, Nevada after their mothers had been taken to a Canadian slaughterhouse.
The Grace Foundation responded quickly, agreeing to pay the going meat price (55 cents per lb.) to save these un-weaned foals from suffering the same fate as their mothers, a fate they only escaped after the slaughterhouse truck ran out of room.
We then move forward to June 21 st –the date set to pick up the foals—when Beth received another call from Shelley; the local veterinarian had an emergency and wasn't able to perform the Coggins test necessary to transport horses across the state-line. She would have to wait one more day to pick up the foals.
Back at the feedlot in Fallon, Nevada, the slaughter truck arrived with a single lucky passenger. As soon as the horse was unloaded from the truck, she ran whinnying to the back of the corrals. "She was going crazy," recalls Shelly. "It was obvious she was trying to get someone's attention."
Then, another worker at the feedlot heard a tiny whinny coming from the other side of the fence where the orphaned foals were being held. The mare who barely escaped the slaughterhouse on a technicality was none other than one of the mothers of the thought-to-be orphaned foals.
" It's amazing to me all the things that had to happen for this mare and her foal to be reunited," says Beth. "Just think: If the initial papers had noted the second brand, the mare would right now be exported overseas as meat. If the veterinarian had been able to perform the Coggins test, we would have picked up the foals before the truck arrived, and nobody would ever have known that the mare was the foal's mother. In that case, the mare's brand would have been re-inspected and she would have been shipped back off to slaughter. So many things had to add up to make this reunion possible that I can't help but think this was some sort of miracle."
Facing bad publicity, the owner of the Fallon, Nevada feedlot agreed to sell the mare along with the foals for meat prices to The Grace Foundation. That meant having to come up with an additional $750 for the meat price and fees for the mare, on top of the $1300 they have already committed for the foals, and another mare and foal they agreed to take.
"We will find a way," Beth says firmly. "This mare survived the slaughterhouse and six days back and forth to Canada to be reunited with her foal. Can you imagine saying we couldn't take her because of the money?"
When the horses were picked up, they were taken to The Grace Foundation ranch where they will join forty-four other horses, all victims of abuse and neglect. Their journey will not end there. Eventually they will join the equine team of healers and will spend their lives working with disadvantaged and emotionally and physically challenged kids.
"Their lives will have purpose," Beth says. "One day this mare will make an impact on a child's life and we will fully understand the reason she was spared."
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BELOW: THE BOLT TO THE HEAD

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The story of Mack-aroni:
The story of a horse a US Against Horse Slaughter member saved.
I went to our horse auction a few days ago and I was determined not to buy any more(I already have 14), and I couldn't stand it. I ended up buying a 25 yr old roan gelding that was VERY swaybacked. They said he was gentle for children to ride. The killer buyer bid on him and when he did, I couldn't stand it, so I bid on him knowing I already was pushed to my limit. After we got him home and looked him over, we discovered he had a very bad hoof. Looks like a vertical crack . He wasn't limping at the sale (probably full of Bute) but the next day he started limping. Needless to say my husband was a little upset with me but I told him he could be a pet. Today when I was outspraying him for flies and talking to him, he put his head down and shut his eyes as if to say thank you.
I already love that big galoot. His name was Roni but we named him Mack-aroni and now we call him 'Big Mac'! He is 16hh and a big loveable baby.
I don't understand why people don't just sell their unwanted horses cheap to people and not take them to auction.

Mac-aroni is pictured above.
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On May 29th, Memorial Day, horse lovers across American participated in a candle light vigil, in memory of the many horses that have been slaughtered and in hopes that it will end soon.
Thank you to Lorraine ( from Maryland) and Gerri (from Washington) for letting me use these photos. More photos will be added as they are developed and received!
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Television:


A Myspace Friend sent me this site, please take a look when you get a chance!
A great method of tracking EXACTLY what's going on in both the house and senate. The site is called 'Thomas' (after Thomas Jefferson) and gives very specific info on ANY business before house or senate. It is updated daily (if not more often) and also provides a calendar of issues to be voted on. This site is an exellent way to track exactly where any bill or resolution is at in terms of progress, and also shows all versions; the original as well as modified or amended forms. The search function will also search by bill or resolution number and by the name(s) of the actual sponsor. This is an important tool because it makes it easier for the average person to have hands on involvement, not to mention the fact that the easier it is, the more people will become involved. The point is that more people can find more information easier. The site is user friendly and was designed in an effort to bring some practical transparency to what most people consider a big dark mystery: How Congress really works. Please check it out if you get a chance!
The site address: thomas.loc.gov .
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IN MEMORY OF SO MANY HORSES:
The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
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DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
Don't cry for the horses that life has set free,
A million white horses forever to be.
Don't cry for the horses, now in God's hand,
As they dance and they prance in a heavenly band.
They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,
As they close their eyes forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound, on silver wings they fly,
A million white horses against a blue sky.
Look up into Heaven, you'll see them above,
The horses we lost, the horses we loved.
Manes and tails flowing, they gallop through time,
They were never yours, they were never mine.
Don't cry for the horses, they'll be back someday,
When time is gone, they will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker? Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses, LOVE the ones that are here.
~ Author unknown ~
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THE HOOFS OF THE HORSES
by Will H. Ogilvie
from "Galloping Shoes"The hoofs of the horses! Oh! witching and sweet
Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird
Can stir me as hoofs of the horses have stirred
They spurn disappointment and trample despair,
And drown with their drum-beats the challenge of care;
With scarlet and silk for their banners above,
They are swifter than Fortune and sweeter than Love.
On the wings of the morning they gather and fly,
In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by --
The horses of memory thundering through
With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew.
When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose
But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes,
And under the daisies no grave be so deep
But the hoofs of the horses shall sound in my sleep.
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FOR THOSE WHO LOVE HORSES:
Horse Prayer - Author Unknown
Dearest God in Heaven,
give me strength to guide my horse.
Make my hands soft and my head clear.
Let my horse understand me and I him.
My heart, you have blessed with a special love of these animals,
let me never lose sight of it.
My soul, you have gifted with a deep need for them,
let that need never lessen.
Always, let my breath catch as the sun gleams on an elegant head.
Always, may my throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker.
Let the scent of fresh hay and a new bag of grain always be sweet to me.
Let the warm touch of a warm nose on my hand always bring a smile.
I adore the joy of a warm day on the farm.
The grace and splendor of a running horse,
the thunder of its hooves makes my eyes burn and my heart soar,
let it always be so.
Dearest God, grant me patience, for horses are harnessed wind and wind can be flighty.
Let me not frighten or harm them,
instead show me ways to understand them.
Above all, Dear God, fill my life with them.
When I pass from this world, send my soul to no heaven without them.
For this love you have given me graces my existence and I shall cherish it and praise You for it for all time.

Heroes:

HORSE RESCUERS Rescuers are special people! God bless you all!
Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before.
But the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.
It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.
He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous! again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be.
But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.
With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.
One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for a while to explain it to him.
"You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge. "
The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"
As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted.
Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.
"Watch, and see" said the second animal.
A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together.
"What happened?"
"That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of his work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth, across The Rainbow Bridge. "
"I think I like rescuers", said the first animal.
"So does GOD", was the reply.
-- Author Unknown
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How do your senators currently plan to vote on S 1915? Find out ...

Here's what you do: First find your state, under your state your senators names will be listed with their contact information and how they plan to vote on the bill. We want them to vote yes on S 1915,...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 01:58:00 PST

Love; Lost And Found~ Written By A Myspace Friend for those Of Us Who Need A Happy Ending

Love; Lost and Found By Morgan Grenier This story may not be copied or reposted without permission. A teenage girl named Allison had a horse she loved very much. He had been her best friend and co...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Sat, 12 Aug 2006 06:34:00 PST

A Story Of Friends And How No One Living Thing, Horse Or Person Is Useless

Author Unknown.... Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice som...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 05:45:00 PST

A Once Prized Saddlebred In The Meat Pens? True story from AC4H.com

Written by John Holland [email protected] On that late September Monday morning, Sara stood on the auction floor at New Holland and struck her best pose to try to please her handler.  Th...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 06:34:00 PST

Horses Priced For Slaughter Need Help Now!!! More Come Through Every Week!!

Please go to http://www.ac4h.com/brokerownedhorses.htm . These horses are broker owned horses, if they are not purchased their fate very well could possibly be the slaughter house. Some have alre...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 04:23:00 PST

Washington Times~Horse Slaughter Facts, The Truth...

This was forwarded to me from a friend from Washington... Unlike the mythical tale of the Trojan horse, horse slaughter in the United States is a cold, brutal and senseless act played out daily i...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 05:41:00 PST

OH LITTLE WALLY, PLEASE, SOMEDAY, SAY YOU'LL UNDERSTAND!

OH LITTLE WALLY, PLEASE, SOMEDAY, SAY YOU'LL UNDERSTAND!By Melissa Beckwith "My name was Little Wally, I was born to the sweetest mare in the world, on a farm that was almost as beautiful as heaven, ...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Sat, 08 Jul 2006 03:03:00 PST

ALERT!!! H.R. 503 Voting Taking Place In Next Few Days! Act Now!

We have received the alert that there will be a vote on H.R. 503 in the next few days. Contact your representatives now, before this vote takes place. If you haven't done it already, PLEASE do it now!...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 12:31:00 PST

July 4th, Free Our American Horses From Slaughter... Where events will be and who to contact.

States That Will Have "Free Our Horses From Slaughter" Events on July 1st - 4th. For more information and details contact, the oranizer for your state.   Florida Areas in Pinellas county. Please ...
Posted by US And Canada Against Equine Slaughter on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 05:24:00 PST