Freedom




Freedoms story in the words of his rescuer Meaghan



THE BEGINNING ..... The Day we met Freedom ...

He was standing on the street in a pool of urine .. bleeding knees and sores and blood pouring through his coat .... someone pulled hard on his bit and the owner held up a whip .. he was dragging around a heavy carriage that would of had tourists riding in it. ... even though he was a very small horse ...

I could just tell he had had so much abuse and pain it was as if he didn't even notice it anymore.




THE LONG LONG WALK


When we first saw Freedom standing in the street .. his head was low and he was super depressed ...

I was walking with a friend who had been recently ill ... and I asked her to leave me in the street ... I didn't want to stress her ....

"I'm about to make a scene .. " I said .. .