A Canadien Stallion: Saved from Slaughter

A Canadien Stallion:  Saved from Slaughter

If you search back through my prior posts (Horses), you’ll read about the demo against horse slaughter held in Quebec at the Massueville horse slaughterhouse (Viandes Richelieu) in October 2010.  The pic is of the magnificent, 5-year-old, registered, purebred Canadien stallion whose fool of an owner was ready to have slaughtered at Massueville for the petty price of $350.  “Macho” (now re-named) was rescued by the demonstrators, especially Celine Tremblay of les ecuries Diabolo who transported “Macho” to Refuge RR.  Most of the demonstrators were from the Ottawa Animal Defense League…but Dave and I were there too…it was a concerted effort on all our parts.  What a beauty he is!  I’m glad I was there and I’m glad we were able to save at least one…and such a one!  (Go to Refuge RR’s website to see a bigger version of this picture.)

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That Parrot is Asleep

That Parrot is Asleep

Joe Rescued from Viandes Richelieu

The puerile but concise rant of the postee mentioned earlier–full of a venomous smugness–is in stark contrast to the man who showed up at the Massueville demonstration last Monday.  As luck would have it, this poor sap showed up amongst the demonstrators–some sporting fake bullet holes in their foreheads (I guess he didn’t notice as he pulled in to park beside them)–with the intention of asking the abattoir to slaughter his young stallion for him.  As I shepherded him over to the group (he didn’t notice the big signs they were holding up with “arretons l’abattage des chevaux” written on them either), he told me the abattoir would pay him $350.  So it was that when at least five of us pressed in on him, all talking at once and in two languages, he was taken aback, as if he’d opened the door to what he thought was a room and found himself on the edge of a cliff instead.  (Well, one can never safely predict one’s destination with any certainty at the best of times.)  I’ll give him credit though; he didn’t turn and leave (run away! run away!):  he stayed as the group grew more vocal, imploring him not to do this heinous thing, inundating him with facts and proof and alternatives.  Now nonplussed, he argued back that no cruelty existed at the slaughterhouse.  That wasn’t true, he knew for sure.  They shot the horse dead right in front of him last time because he’d told them he didn’t want it to suffer.  I nearly wiped a tear from my eye. I suggested they might have done that because he was a witness, and judging from the paucity of windows in the building, they didn’t really want witnesses to their daily goings-on.  Furthermore, I asked if he thought they had the time to process 80 or so horses a day in that kind fashion–would that be an efficient way to render a high volume of product?  When he looked back at me blankly, I thought maybe I’d driven the point home to him and that he was processing new information or maybe, old information in a new way.  But no. 

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