This is interesting. May be what I was looking for.
It’s not about protecting the owner. It is perhaps a little about protecting myself from a rubber-necking-forum-drama-feeding-frenzy. But mostly, it’s about what could actually maybe make things better.
The whistle-blowing option is not off the table. The sucky part, and this is the information you were missing, is that I have seen for myself, close-up and multiple times the local agency in action. I have some idea of their policies and resources. They cannot fix or even improve this situation.
If you know otherwise, that’s great news! Educate me, or at least inspire me with a true story about when this has happened. Until then whistleblowing is the last resort: it will burn all bridges because there is no chance of remaining anonymous, and after that I will be able to do nothing more at all.
Therefore, and to be clear, guilt over complicity through silence, is not what keeps me awake nights. What troubles me, like it does you and other responders, is empathy for the animal suffering.
Incidentally Zip has improved a little since his first crash. Better mobility and softer eyes. Finally after I talked to the owner, he and the others have been now been restricted in their diet. Two drops in the bucket. So for now I’ll continue to chip away at the problem from the inside as it were, i.e., talking to the owner; or, to offer another example, I was able to make a dramatic improvement to the comfort of another horse by giving it a good trim. It’s really gratifying and worth every drop of patience for the creaky old things, to see the posture correct itself and the straining muscles soften as the trim progresses.
If I thought labelling, outing, othering, or vilifying would help, I might go there. But they won’t, because the problem is not just this one “hoarder,” is it. How did this mannerly line-bred old show gelding end up here, after all? And all the other abandoned and surrendered? That’s the real trainwreck.
Am I being defensive? Arrogant? Stubborn? Maybe that’s what I needed in order to stay in the trenches a little longer. Eventually, as one early responder said, the tiny wins won’t be enough and for my mental health I’ll have to abandon ship. Like all those former owners did, come to think of it. That will suck in its own way for all kinds of reasons. But tonight at least I’ll go give another starfish 6 more weeks of comfort, kiss my pet projects, and miss my old friend who’s gone.