Our Story
My name is Heidi Medas, and this is my story. Ever since I was a little girl, I was always drawn to helping animals in need. My heart ached for the dog outside attached to the chain. My heart ached for the elephants and ponies walking in small circles at the country fairs. My heart ached for the cows and pigs that were seen only as food for people. My heart ached for the working horses in Black Beauty because I knew, even though this was only a story, it represented accurately the lives and hardships of horses through the course of time. I am someone who has always believed in fairness and justice. I have no patience nor understanding for oppression of any kind. I find oppression especially disturbing when it is used against someone -- anyone -- who lacks the voice and resources to defend themselves. Historically humans have taken advantage of "the other" because they can . . . and because they themselves lack the insight and self-confidence to treat others with compassion and empathy. One of my very favorite quotes from 12th century philosopher Peter Abelard says, By doubting, we are led to inquire, and by inquiring, we will find the truth. I know the tide is turning for animals. We are starting to question the way we treat animals in our lives and the roles they should or should not have to play. I am so blessed to come from a family who believes in and supports my love for wanting to help animals in need. When I was growing up, if I heard it once, I heard it at least a million times: Treat others as you would like to be treated. Others. Not some others. ALL OTHERS!!!
Smokey’s Story
I named our rescue in honor of Smokey, one of the first horses I ever helped. Smokey worked as a mounted police horse who after many years of service found himself in a kill pen and headed for slaughter. After getting him home, I had him assessed by a local veterinarian who advised me that Smokey had many pressing medical concerns and that next time I saved a horse I should have the horse evaluated prior to saving the horse. His sarcastic comment meant nothing to me. It only made me stronger in my conviction that animals are so worthy of advocacy and understanding by others. Little did he know that I was more than prepared to release Smokey with love and kindness and that I would pay any price to do just that because it was the kind and just thing to do if necessary. Smokey lived with us for about nine years, and his chronic arthritis and laminitis often played a part in how his day went, but I have no regrets. Despite having days that he did not feel so well, I know he enjoyed his life here with us. He loved being cared for and fussed over. He loved being loved. And I loved being loved.