Rescue Date

3rd July 2010


“Many have forgotten this truth, but you must never forget it.  You remain forever responsible for what you have tamed”

Misty Morn came into our life by way of a phone call from a distressed lady who had just learned of the tragic plight of the petite little pony mare.  Misty, despite having given the best years of her life to her ‘owners’ had sustained a horrific yet non-life threatening injury to her left eye.  The trauma having caused the fluid to leak out, leaving behind a sad and shrivelled eyeball in its wake. As a result, Misty was left totally blind in the eye. Misty’s reward for her years of service saw her struggling to hold her own at a knackery in a small pen full of horses just as luckless as she.

It is our wish that anyone and everyone who breeds or who is contemplating breeding horses or ponies, as a prerequisite, attends one day at a knackery and then revisits their decision.  To say our visits to these cauldrons of despair are amongst our worst experiences ever is an enormous understatement.  Horses are one of the most noble and majestic creatures to grace this earth and to see them reduced to petrified cocoons of being is to witness tragedy in its most extreme form. The sights, sounds and smell of the place that will haunt us forever are forced upon all of the hapless equines who end up there for the most trivial of reasons, all with one underlying theme – they failed to live up to the expectations of their humans. The price they pay for this ‘failure’ is to be killed in view of their comrades, nostrils filled with fear and ears ringing with the pained whinnies of their buddies.

So why did Misty Morn get lucky?  It was her sweet nature that somehow remained intact while she was pushed and knocked about in the pen by the larger horses which drew the gaze of the Good Samaritan who happened to be there that day.  I guess you could say Misty was in the wrong place at the right time. And when you are a one eyed pony that had run out of luck, the wrong place at the right time is just the place to be. As the Good Samaritan walked over to the pen, Misty eyed her with her one good eye, then turned and showed the other.  Heart strings were pulled and phone calls made as the words, “How could they?” fell from the Good Samaritan’s pale lips.  Edgar’s Mission swung to the rescue upon hearing the plight of Misty and her little friend, Troy, an equally friendly chestnut pony, both way too young to be exiting this world on that day.

Both ponies arrived safely at Edgar’s Mission not long after.  The Good Samaritan described their float-loading experience thus; “It was as if they knew they were going somewhere good. They literally jumped onto the float, saying ‘Get me out of here’.”

The next day Misty was assessed by a specialist equine veterinarian to determine the best course of action to ensure the sweet bay pony’s remaining years would be as comfortable as possible.  It was declared that while the injury now caused no pain, when it had occurred, the pain would have been ‘horrific’ and due to the risk of infection posed by mud, dust and flies it would be best to have the eye removed.  Misty recovered well from the operation that required hospitalisation and a full anaesthetic, winning the hearts and souls of all those who treated her.

Misty Morn could well have left this world on that fateful day and no one would have been any the wiser.  Yet in saving Misty we give voice to all of the not so lucky Misty’s of this world.  We trust her story will touch your heart as it did ours.  While sadly, we cannot save all the Misty Morn’s of this world, with your help we will save all those we can.