Sometimes numbers mean a lot. In his 15 years, he has most likely never had a proper grooming (you know….rubber  currycomb, 3 brushes, hoof pick…a little elbow grease…a lot of TLC), or a mutually l…oving and respectful relationship with a human being. He was on his way into a killer pen when a rescue colleague temporarily circumvented the road to slaughter and called us to help him. As always, we are astonished and deeply saddened when a sound, very sweet and highly trained horse is disposed of so easily…for payment by the pound. Those of us who tuck our horses in at night (or dream of doing so) with an extra hug, loving pat…maybe a little extra hay, or a treat, cannot comprehend the unloved horse. Heartbreaking. Last night, Brix was groomed…a little extra elbow grease to start to loosen years of neglect, a strong smattering of TLC…which he seemed a little numb to, but will become his new reality, and a handful of carrots which are foreign, but will be grated for him and mixed into his feed until he discovers their sweet and satisfying reward. Our experience reassures us in that  he will soon nicker for us, anticipate being groomed..and nurtured, and will gobble up carrots and other treats along with kind words and praise. His number means something to us…he is our 187th horse saved…he has a name, a bucket, and a promise. His promise is that there will be one more number…and that will be celebrated as an adoption number on the day that Brix goes home…forever. Welcome Brix.