Meet Socks. A raging red beauty, once so full of power, pride and grace. He was the king of the pasture and all animals looked upon him with awe. All cows bowed before him and all horses were drawn to his side. His dominion was evident in his walk, his head, and his eyes. Look at him now. He looks sad and defeated. Near death, and hungry. Hurting from infection, and sad because he is alone. He is scared of humans, and weary of strangers. Noises make him jumpy, the flash of the camera stings his eyes.

I aim to rescue this majestic animal. Make him what he once was. Not for honor or in memory of the Tillery’s, but for Socks himself. For God created him to be leader of these pastures, and a leader he shall become. God help us all as we nourish him back to health. God help us as we try to get him the care he so desperately needs. And God help us bring justice to the ones who have inflicted this punishment on this poor horse.