The Golden Carrot

is a forever home for older and manageably disabled horses, fully supported by the kind and generous donations of the public. As these horses are difficult to place in knowledgeable and responsible homes, they can depend on a final retirement here.   However, as a service to the community, we will help people who are trying to  place their healthy horse in a new home by working with other rescues.  If you need such help, please send pictures of your horse and history of experience and physical abilities/disabilities including age, as well as your ability to transport or provide ongoing support in any amount, to  - we'll do our best to help you.

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ChaCha Indian dancer

Foaled Approximately 1976
16 hand Appaloosa Mare

Goodbye to Chacha

On June 17, 2011, our Chacha Indian Dancer sashayed out of our world. My ‘tough lady’ Chacha began to fail a week earlier, which I knew when I saw that she was barely eating her evening buckets, saw her ignore the grass in pasture, and realized she wasn’t drinking much or peeing. She ate almost only carrots for her last week of life. She dwindled fast. I wanted to wait until after our Open House, as she was a favorite of many of my supporters who wanted to say goodbye, but on Thursday night, she came to her stall with a swollen knee, clearly in great pain. I gave her a couple of bute and massaged her knee, but the next morning, it was clear that she’d found no relief and I couldn’t bear to see my graceful girl struggle to walk. With great respect and an aching heart, I sent our Chacha to dance on the clouds...

This elderly classic broomtail Appaloosa mare came to TGC on November 5, 2005. A local woman who didn’t want Chacha for her ranch because she was "too tall" told me of her plight and begged me to take her in. Dr. Zadick had seen her, and considered her one of the worst starvation cases he’d seen. When I went to see Chacha, I had to agree. Although she was delicately built, she was simply a walking skeleton. The people who owned her were simply morons, telling me in all seriousness that they thought she was anorexic. They also tried to blame the Indians of the reservation for Chacha’s condition - and then, in a shocking display of ineptitude, admitted they’d had her for eight years! No, in fact, their ignorance was almost Chacha’s undoing. She was in a pen with a hugely fat Donkey, and a 4 year old, also chubby, mustang mare. Each day, the people threw three flakes of alfalfa into the pen morning and night. Guess how much Chacha got? I can’t emphasize too much how important it is for some horses, and particularly older horses, to have time to themselves to eat their food.

Of course Chacha almost dragged me into the trailer - certainly smelling the snack I’d put in there for the ride home. Chacha always knew what she wanted, and needed, and had no trouble communicating those wants and needs to me, or anyone around. She had terrific manners on the ground, and was always far too frail for me to consider riding her. So, Chacha got her 6 years of heaven - having a herd, a boyfriend (Prophet), a rival (Topper - see below), and all the food she could eat, in comfort, every night.

Chacha before that location had lived on the reservation. It was clear she’d been a mother more than once, and I suspect, having seen her run, that perhaps her children are on the Appaloosa racing circuit (which I first became aware of when Allie came in to TGC). Many of you know I’m a fan of racing - despite the abuses of the race world, I do believe that many horses simply LOVE to run, and have competitive natures. (I just hate when horses who don’t love to run, and who are NOT competitive, are forced to run anyway). TGC has many off track thoroughbreds who thunder out any brisk morning as though let loose from the starting gate. How amazed was I, then, to watch the almost cartoonishly skinny Appaloosa mare, clearly in her final years of life, with hips so damaged you could feel the grind of bone on bone when she walked, LEADING the herd out, and making it look effortless! How desperately I wish now that I had a video of that girl on one of those runs, so you could share with me the breath stopping surprise, and delight, in watching her float over the ground, wispy mane and silly broomtail flying, right with horses bigger, younger, and theoretically more bred for it! For all her terrible coloring (I’m not a fan of the appy look, normally), and terrible hair (you call that a mane? A tail?, and forget about a forelock!), she was the very picture of grace in motion, skimming the earth like a bird in flight. I will never ever forget it - or her. She was the perfect illustration of the proverb that ‘looks aren’t everything’ because she truly was a Plain Jane who was transformed in motion.

O, that broomtail.... that mane.... that aching hip...

Chacha was very elderly - not just her teeth, but her arthritic and weakened hips gave us the clue, as you can’t develop that much damage in a year or two. And so, she was on my short list from the day she came in. But she made the most of her time here. She would have been our lead mare, I suspect, except for her disabilities. She wanted it enough, but knew her limitations. She put every new arrival in their place almost immediately, so she wouldn’t have to do it later after they recovered from their trip. And she even knew how to temper her reprimands ... when she was approached too closely by Brave, she lunged at him, stamping her feet (I believe she knew he couldn’t see and made noise so he’d get the message) and only pretending to bite. She was a smart mare.

She was good for the farrier even though it was hard for her to lift her hind feet; loved Laurie Henkel because Laurie knew just how to make her hip feel a little better, at least temporarily; took her wormer and fly masks without any fuss, and was polite to me always, although she loved to fool with me in a quiet understated way. Her favorite game was to be sure Prophet went in his stall; then mess with Topper a little; and then approach her own gate, only to walk off the minute I got it open for her. She didn’t want me to lead her in, it had to be HER idea, so we’d have a little ‘catch me if you can’ game, and she’d usually slip into her stall the minute I stopped insisting. It had to be HER idea! If I needed any other sign that her time was ending, it was the day I went to open her gate, and she carefully maneuvered herself right into her stall.... That was the last time she made me catch my breath ... from that moment forward, I was watching for the sign I knew she would give me ...

I suspect that after a week of not eating nearly enough, her weakness caused her to take a mis-step or even a tumble, and wrenched that knee. I wasn’t going to let her lay down, and be unable to get up, or bear even one more day of pain. My last gift to Chacha was a quick end. She was a classy lady, well behaved and loyal to her friends, and quietly appreciative of her life here. I watch the clouds, thinking to see her flying with them, light as them, free of the trials she experienced here. And I miss her ...

 This is ChaCha Indian Dancer, on March 8, 2006, four months after she came here. See her pics below to see her improvement.  It appeared to us that this poor horse was simply being managed by morons – they had a fat quarter horse and hugely obese donkey penned with ChaCha – she simply couldn’t compete with these younger aggressive animals. Am I being harsh to call the owners morons? They told me they thought she was anorexic …. sheesh. They also claimed she’d been abused “on the reservation”; but admitted when asked that they’d owned her for 8 years.  At any rate, despite having a recurrent problem in her low back which limits her use of her left hind leg, she’s thriving at TGC. I took ChaCha at the urging of a local woman who fancies herself a rescuer of animals. She promised to provide support for ChaCha, but 3 months later pulled her support.    In her time here, Chacha has stood mostly alone. She did love Prophet, her stablemate, but he’s always been unattached since Ladyhawk died. And then, the year of Daphmar (2007). She loved that young TB, and he definitely wanted her as part of his sub-herd. When Daph died in early 2008, she was bereft, and turned again to Prophet, who this time was willing to take her and Topper under his wing.  She’s a strong mare and not every gelding can stand up to her, but seems happy now. She also has a great love for Star, and follows her around; so each evening she comes back with Prophet and Topper- or Star, when she was with Swing’s Lew, and now with Daisy and Remy – or, in November of 2010, Chief!   She has an alpha mare personality, but no physical chops to back it up. 

Since the arrival of Swing’s Lew, Chacha was his devoted handmaiden!  She is smart enough to hook up with a strong gelding – Lew also attracted Star and Song, so Chacha has ‘younger women’ to bully around!  She’s in heaven…                         

This is Chacha in December 2008. She continues to have hind end issues, sometime bad enough to make her walk sideways; but she still runs like the wind and seems very happy and devoted to Prophet and off and on to Star!        Please contact Casey if you would be interested in sponsoring any of the un-sponsored horses at The Golden Carrot.

© 2011 - The Golden Carrot is a 501c3 public benefit charity


Star and Ronan

Star and Ronan were the youngest horses at TGC - But now Gio and Jed are! All thrown away because people could not be bothered. Can you help them?
Jed and Gio - the youngest horses at TGC 



Many horses come to TGC ill, abused, starved. Right is Duke in July of 2008, and below is him again 2 months later.  We CAN make a difference, with your help.

Duke 2 months after he arrived at TGC












The Golden Carrot is home to 37 horses and 2 donks at this time.


First and foremost:  The Golden Carrot was hoping for a donation of land but after a decade, it seemed clear that we weren't going to get that. I'd been saving every penny hoping to have travel expenses, but decided to use it as a downpayment. Then came up against the hard truth that no lenders will lend to a 501c3. No matter what. So in the end, after countless hours on all the real estate sites, I found, and purchased, 130 acres in Snowflake AZ.  It is raw land, and while I have enough to get the well drilled and operational, and the property fenced, we still need your help.  Stalls will cost a lot to build. Tractor work to level a site, materials, someone to build, trenching water lines and electric etc.  Any donation you can make to help with these costs will be so much appreciated.


Or - do you have pipe corral panels you can donate? When we get to that point, would you be willing to help us transport our equine residents to their new digs? 

Secondly, donations, big or small, one-time or monthly, including sponsorships. If donations could swell a little, I could afford to offer an actual salary to a helper, and should we get to that land, I will need a helper!


Or maybe someone knows a big company that wants to sponsor us with one big donation (we could use that for the land!!)


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