It’s so hard to explain the feeling of happiness as you lead your new rescue out , while also passing so many that did not fall so lucky. Feelings of guilt for not being able to do more. Trying not to lock eyes with the horses you connected with over the weekend. It’s such a weird heavy feeling thet just cannot be described. Every horse we rescued I walked passed the sorting pens where they sort through the horses to chip and weigh them. And every horse’s demeanor entirely changed while passing