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March 30, 2001
Dear Editor,
Hi, my name is Patrick, I was born on or about March
17,2001 (Saint Patrick’s Day). I was
born around the Nevada - Utah border near Caliente, NV. I’m a wild mustang. The first day of my life was good, I was
with my mother and father and three other members of my herd. The next day there were loud cracking sound
and everyone started to run. It took me
a little while to catch up to everyone else and when I did everyone was
dead. They had been shot. I was scared and alone. I got so hungry I tried to suckle on my
mother; all I got was a lot of blood, which made me sick. The next day I was almost dead when
an
officer from the BLM found me. He took
me to two nice ladies who gave me intravenous fluids. They did not think I would survive the night. The next morning I
was still alive. They tried to bottle
feed me but I would not suckle because the last time I did I got very
sick. They taught me to drink out of a
bucket. The nice ladies would not be able to keep me for long so the BLM
contacted two members of the Back Country Horsemen of Utah and asked if they
could take care of me. They agreed to
take care of me. So, at one week of age
I got a two and a half hour ride to Cedar City, UT. The members of the BCHU
have 23 acres but they do not have a house or power at their ranch so they are
staying in a 13-foot trailer so they can feed me every 3 hours. I am doing much better now and everybody
around me thinks I’ll make it. I now
have a herd of 7 other horses, 2 dogs (who guard over me) and 2 humans.
Sincerely,
Patrick (the not so wild mustang)
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