I hadn’t thought recently about the tragic arson fire back in 2001 which killed my horse, Mulligan and his stablemate. But last week one of my staff was approached in the grocery store by a local elderly man, known for cockfighting on Kauai. He said to her, “Your boss’s horse was killed because she against cockfighting. She need to go back to Honolulu.”
Maybe cockfighters murdered my dear friend, Mulligan and his buddy, Gentleman Joe. They have no compassion for animal suffering and could burn two horses alive locked in their stalls.
I have no plans to return to Oahu.
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Samantha…
Thanks for the great post…
Iain…
Excellent, I’m reading this even though I can barely keep my eyes open. Superb….
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