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Update 20/01/2022

We thank you wholeheartedly on behalf of the old Guziczek. He is already with us, completely safe and with the best care – although Guziczek has already seen a lot in his life, he is probably a bit surprised by everything that surrounds him – tenderness, coziness, his own box, full manger, and above all, everybody around him want his best. From now on, Guziczek will be able to do what he wants, and we will make sure that he has the strength to do so and that the old age does not bother him.

We do not know how long Guziczek will stay with us – but thanks to you, he will spend the fall of his life surrounded by peace, love and professional care. Thank you!

Guziczek is a lucky guy. You may not think so, but when you look at his picture, you will see very clearly that someone allowed him to live to an extremely old age. You may even feel as if you touch it, it will fall apart. Horses such as Guziczek are said to have at least 700 springs behind them. And winters.

And this winter might be the last one for Guziczek.

Even if we buy him, I will not write to you here that he will be galloping on endless pastures. He would probably live to see another winter, maybe two at his best. He is unlikely to gallop, because his old, sore and crooked legs will not allow him to do so. Old horses often have rebellious legs. The heart also rebels. So does the eyesight. This is how it is with Guziczek, who is 700 years old. Some people believe that it is not worth saving old, worn-out horses. But please let’s do this. Stand by Guziczek today and look him deeply in the eyes. Be careful not to drown. Because in these eyes there is the joy of birth and the first rays of the sun, they radiate youth and strength that faded with the passing time. In these eyes are all the mornings that have passed, the green meadows and the gusts of wind, all the sunrises and sunsets. These include everything you have seen for yourself. And what you will have to say goodbye to, how it came to Guziczek today. Then touch his gray temple, glued together with sweat, because every movement here is a huge effort, especially when he stands chained all day until they come with a whip and tell him to get up. And the world spins around. Because his legs want to lie down now. They had enough. And when you stroke the temples of the old Guziczek and look deep into the abyss of his eyes, and then with his wet nose he touches your hands, believe me that you will have no dilemmas as to whether it is worth saving old horses.

Because although we will not give grandfather Guziczek a second youth and we will not return the lost years, we will spare him the transport to the slaughterhouse, where he will lose his dignity. And the last of his strength. And before he loses his life under a cold butcher’s knife, he has a good chance that he will be trampled by other comrades of misery fighting for a place in the crush inside butchers truck. And so, sooner or later, the old Button will leave, with his big eyes and mornings, suns and green meadows drowning in them.

An old, worn-out Guziczek. You probably never met him. Because such old horses live their lives on the sidelines. They pull the wood in the forest, do the chores in the fields, or pull a cart along forest paths. Their life goes far away from the world, which comes for them at the very end of forest paths. Where old age and economy coincide.