It’s Time to Let Althea Go


Ah, I’m so sad. Even someone who knows, knows that there is more out there after death struggles with the decision to put an animal down.

I rescued Althea from a kill pen in Louisiana, along with 2 other mares and I helped a bit with several other horses, mules and foals. The nightmare I’ve entered since then has been harrowing.

I wrote about her voyage from draft horse to kill-pen horse and then to me, and it’s been a long road in just about a month. The vet has come out at least a dozen times. We had her scoped at the vet hospital. She has had to be “cleaned out” of manure at least weekly. In spite of VERY expensive drugs, she is still urinating on her legs. She has no tone in her urethra and her anus and was cleaned out Monday and we had to bring the vet in to do it again today. It’s not fair to her. She had a good week – she was mostly comfortable, eating her hay and grain, but she just can’t pass manure, which I think is causing her to not be able to evacuate her urine, so she gets a horrible, terrible bladder infection. She still has urine dribbling out of her and burning her legs.

None of this is fair: it’s not fair that she gave many years to some Amish jerk who treated her as a machine and just turned her into an auction because of a health problem, rather than kill her humanely on his property. It’s not fair the she ended up on a kill lot. It’s not fair that the Stanley Brothers, owners of the kill lot, make over $200,000 a WEEK sending horses to Mexico to slaughter. It’s not fair that I paid them, and Renee Marie Paxton, to quarantine her and she came to me covered in sores from her urine and starved. None of this is fair. None of it. And this makes me rail at the Universe sometimes; makes me doubt my faith in the Spirits. Makes me feel completely powerless, because no matter how powerful my Spirits are, and I know they are enormously powerful, neither they, nor I, can really stop the suffering humans inflict on the world.

So tomorrow she crosses over. I’m going to sing to her, rub her, tell her I love her and will never, ever forget the huge heart she has to have survived all that she survived and remain a kind animal. Tell her I’ll see her, along with all of my other rescue dogs and the puppies who died in my care, from my first van full to my last, and to wait for me in the Land of the Dead. That I will be there shortly when measured by the Infinite. And that we will all meet again, healthy and vibrant, to plan when and where we will cycle again, together, and try to make this world a little better.


What is Totem Jewelry?

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What is totem jewelry?
According to Webster’s, a totem is:
: something (such as an animal or plant) that is the symbol for a family, tribe, etc., especially among Native Americans
: a usually carved or painted figure that represents such a symbol
: a person or thing that represents an idea
In shamanism, a totem animal is a power animal. How do you find your power animal? You journey to find it, or you have a shaman journey to find it for you.
The shaman belief is that if a person doesn’t have a power animal, he/she won’t live very long in infancy. We all have power animals; we just don’t know them. They are waiting for us to come and meet them. If you dream about an animal frequently, or see an animal often, it could be your power animal trying to get your attention. It could also be a sign of something that you need to pay attention to.
So…getting back to the original, totem jewelry is jewelry that honors your power animal. That reminds you of the love and protection you continually receive from your spiritual ally.
You can find this butterfly totem necklace in my etsy shop here:

Stanley Brothers, Monsters, Horse Kill Buyers, Animal Abusers


My mare before and after the “quarantine. Her vulva after 3 weeks of quarantine, and what my vet got outmost her bladder. and no one noticed.

I bailed several horses from the Stanley Brothers kill pens. I bailed the first one on Aug 3rd through Renee Marie Paxton. She swore the horse was going to “heaven” for quarantine. Dr. Odom saw her twice, but never mentioned the urine puddling out of her. When the transporters came on Sat, Aug 27th, they almost had to take her to the emergency vet. She had lost over 200 pounds, had her skin on her legs scalded from continual urine. Chris from the kill lots didn’t feed her, or even look her over. She needs surgery, but she suffered for 3 weeks when I was told that she was in “heaven.” That quarantine was $325.
I bailed two more horses and was keeping one, and the other was going to a wonderful woman. We no longer trusted Renee Marie Paxton and the Stanley Brothers, so we moved the horses out of their supposed quarantine today. First, they couldn’t find the horses for over 2 hours. Then, we found out that they were still at the Ark-La kill lots, supposedly in quarantine there. Ha! Another $325. What did Renee say?

She said “Please don’t blame me for something that is out of my control.”


I paid her, she said she rented quarantine space from the evil Stanley Brothers, now she says she didn’t rent space and can’t give me a refund. The two horses we picked today are terrified. They won’t even leave each other’s sides. I’m glad we saved them, but hate that Paxton and the Stanley Brothers, who probably make more than $200,000 per WEEK sending horses to slaughter, profited.

I’m filing an official report with the USDA over the abuse of my sick mare. Why the Stanley Brothers are allowed to be near any animals after the son of one of the monsters, Boots Stanley, slit the throat of a dog right on the kill lot, and there are pictures circulating of Hal Stanley sitting on a mule, slitting its throat must be because of all the money they make. I wonder how many Louisiana law enforcement palms they grease?