Passion came to us, very sick, at barely 3 days old. She didn’t get needed colostrum from her mom after she was born. They lived in the Everglades – a herd of horses that humans totally failed. It was obvious that many others didn’t survive – there were skeletons and bones of other herd members all around. What a horrible case this was. Passion was weak and had open sores, pathways for infection, on her little frail body from struggling to get up to nurse her mom. By the time we were called by authorities to get her it was likely too late but we had to try – we held onto faith and hope. Once Passion and her mom were in our possession, they went straight to the hospital where they received medical treatment which included plasma for Passion. Once stable, we continued Passion’s treatment plan here at the rescue. We had to literally pick her up every couple of hours for her to nurse and get exercise – she couldn’t get up on her own. We monitored her vitals, administered her medications, treated her sores, and we loved on her constantly.

We prayed hard, shared her story, and many people fell in love with her. But God had other plans for our baby girl. Her name came about because when I first saw her, so weak yet so full of life and with a huge desire to live, it reminded me of why we do what we do in helping horses – it is my passion. I’m just so sorry we couldn’t save this little one. Her heart was so strong but her body couldn’t fight the infection raging throughout it.

Had she received proper care after birth perhaps she’d still be with us today – we’ll never know. God bless our little Passion – she flies pain free now with heavenly made angel wings. We love you little one – always.