Big plans not executed...

I had amazingly big plans for myself for today. The note in my calendar has been sitting there for months! Today was the day I was supposed to attend on of the few last horse markets.

For one I wanted to relive a memory from my childhood where we went to such a market somewhere in Vallonia I presume.

I remember the horses being tied up to ropes á la wild wild west, and I also remember we had to climb some steep stairs and streets to get there.

Second of all I thought it could and would be a great way to create some content both here on the website, as well as for the YouTube channel.

In the end I did not go, and I am the first to admit to being selfish by not doing so.

I realised with all drama that surfaced around my very own horses the past week [working title, Betrayed, cheated and lied to...], plus working my but off to try and re-h0me two super cute "kittens" that grew up in our garden [most likely the whole family was dumped] I did not have the strength to pull this one off.

Cause since I would only be able to arrive at the market closer to closing time than opening time, I realised upfront what I would come across.

The unwanted...

The ponies, donkeys and horses that no one saw worth the while to purchase and bring home.

The ones that may or may not follow their current owner home.

The ones that may or may not just got a one way ticket to eternity.

Somewhere in facing this reality my heart shattered, and I realised I couldn't do it.

After trapping the kittens, three in total, my whole world of animal control, animal welfare, and such has been thrown upside down.

Truth of the matter the shelters don't care.

They don't give shit about the majority of the unwanted cats, dogs or horses even.

I always believed they did good, but for the past two months back I suspect most of them do the cute reels [with happy endings] for their socials so they can get more funding.