Dyzio

Forgive me, Dyzio.

Forgive me for seeing you as a tool, not a heart.
Forgive me for measuring your worth in miles, not tenderness.
Forgive me for not existing when you were no longer needed.

Forgive me for every lash that hurt more than silence.
For every day you stood alone and waited.
For not coming when you truly needed us.

Forgive me for teaching children that a horse is an attraction.
For not showing them how an animal that understands cries.
For not stopping the world when they sold you.

Forgive us for the fear that man sowed in you.
Forgive the indifference that killed faster than a knife.
Forgive us that your name had to be called from the slaughterhouse to move us.

Dyzio, we couldn’t be kind when you were near.
But today we see.
And we don’t want you to go into the darkness.

Let what we still have-48 hours of time-be your gateway to life.
Let the gangplank no longer descend, but the bridge rise.

Forgive me, Dyzio.
For everything.

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In those 48 hours, we need to raise a deposit, which we haven’t been able to raise so far. $550.

But don’t worry.
Dyzio is a horse.
If we don’t raise the entire amount, despite a huge struggle, he’ll forgive us before they close his eyes.

Animals are like that…