Date of Arrival — April 14th of 2025 An unsettled Loshenka mare has been welcomed onto the property, however, she's in an extremely odd and restless state. She goes from solemn, tucked away in any corner or hiding spot she can find—to spooking instantaneously at the sight of someone near her space. *A few changes in feeding and water sources will be needed for proper efficiency. ────── ...

Bluebell was an absolute delight. As expected, underneath the fear and stress was a gentle horse who was in need of genuine love and care. She has been tossed around like a ball, shipped and traveled from barn to barn, people to people. None of them were the right fit, but now she's finally gotten the home that she needs and deserves. However, there are still some things that need to be worked on. Akari was able to bond and gain Bluebell's trust, but that wasn't the...

Katrina picks up the file for what feels like the hundredth time. When the rescue had first reached out to her she’d been shocked. That shock quickly turned to sorrow when they offered her the records on the chestnut mare. The folder included a short paragraph on the mare’s life prior to the rescue and included a few pictures. It hurt Katrina to imagine just what that horse had been through to be in the current position she was.   ...

The crunch of dirt beneath her hindpaws, the sound of birds chirping, the light melody of wind moving through the grass. It was the very thing the black-furred feline lived for. And she was determined to show the mare currently on her ranch the same things. The same pleasures in life.   Pushing the barn door open, she heads to the only stall currently holding an occupant. Katrina grabs the rope halter with the...

Katrina smiles, leaning against the fence surrounding the pasture. Her arms were braced against one of the lower bars and her chin is just barely over the top of the fencing. The mare she took in so many months ago was better than she could have ever imagined. The handler was glad she decided not to have the chestnut plum re-shoed when her hooves were trimmed so long ago. Ever since the shoes were removed, the loshenka hadn’t developed a single abscess. All th...

Katrina led the local veterinarian to her rescue’s stall, giving her the rundown on her current condition, “...I think she’s also gained weight from her lack of movement, which definitely isn’t helping with her hoof discomfort.”   The older woman, a rather small mouse with big, round glasses and brown fur, nods, “The lack of proper movement is likely putting a little strain on the joints, as well. ...

It had been nearly a week since the farrier had been out to the ranch to inspect her new charge. Since then, Katrina has been keeping a close watch on the mare to make sure no further abscess were forming. So far, it was going well and the handler couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful that maybe, just maybe, they were on their road to recovery and eventually, the mare would no longer be plagued by these issues. Which also meant she could start working on red...

Katrina was nervous to push the mare past what she felt her limits were. Foxy could walk for as long as she asked her to. The chestnut plum would even gallop if she spurred her on. Galloping was easier on the joints than simpler actions like trotting which welcomed more impact and any time the mare tried to do it, she would whinny and drop down to a walk or speed up to a gallop. Later, her joints would be slightly inflamed and the handler would give her a small ...