Gus Gus is 15 years old. He is a very kind donkey and he loves both ear and butt scratches! He has this big bottom lip he lets just hang when he's content and it makes him look like he's just the happiest donkey on earth! His favorite toy is old discarded boots and can be seen throwing them in the air to see how high they will go!

Baby Hatter is 12 years old and has cancer. We are giving him a place to live his best life possible-for  however short or long that may be! He can occasionally be seen having bursts of energy, kicking up his feet even, running as fast as he can across the field from time to time! He sure seems to be happy here at Finally Home Haven, getting as much love (and treats!) as his little heart desires!

Click the arrow to see more pictures of her and how she used to live.

Meet “Willow” We were contacted by a kind samaritan who had secretly been watching over Willow and bringing her food. Willow lived alone in the woods in a small round lot secluded at the end of an empty property where no one knew she was.  She had another mule for company,  her best friend, prior to the owners deciding to "humanely" put him down with a gun rather than incurring a vet bill.

There she stayed for years without another animal.

For years her owners only visited once a week ...enough to give her enough hay or water to keep her going. Her trough, (which contained merely an inch or two of water most days) was full of leaves and dirt. The owners would top it off with a little more every time they came, just barely enough to get her through. They also added bleach to this every now and then instead of cleaning it.

Her blanket tattered and torn was tied on her with twine and left on her for months at a time, even in 80 degree weather. 

There she sat, alone, for YEARS. No one to love on her, nothing to occupy her, no shelter-ever. When the neighbor through the woods found out about her, she tried calling animal control multiple times asking for something to be done. But as far as she knows-NO ONE EVER EVEN CAME.

When the neighbor reached out to us, we tried contacting the owner, but our calls were ignored. So we visited the property and were able to get the owner to surrender. She admitted to everything- including that Willow was deathly scared of men because her husband had beaten her so bad-including a time when she accidentally stepped on his foot so he tied her to a tree and beat her so badly that she submitted to a sitting position. She also admitted that she had considered shooting Willow as she had done to the other mule.

Luckily Willow is in her safe haven now, here with us, but she needs a lot of TLC and gentle hands knowing we won't ever hurt her. Her hooves are overgrown and misshapen from years of having laminitis, she needs a farrier to correct her hooves so she can stop tripping over her feet, she needs vet treatment, daily medication, and special feed, and nothing is cheap. According to her owner, her teeth have never been floated...we can't imagine what pain she has had to endure daily while just chewing!

We need help with her expenses. We couldn't just leave her there!

Please consider donating to help her get the care she’s always deserved but never had!

   "If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever." ️

This cuddle bug has spent his entire life, a long 8 to 10 years- tethered to a chain, starved and abused. He was supposedly used for breeding at some point, and we are not exactly sure how but at one point his leg was very badly wounded causing extensive bone damage. Due to lack of care the bone tried to repair itself overtime, so he walks with a permanent limp. He is timid and scared of everything but loves people so much already. Looking into his sad eyes, you can tell he’s never felt a loving hand, so he soaks every second up that he can, lying in your lap, just wanting to be with you, never knowing what the next second will bring. He needs to put on a lot of weight and has a long road ahead of him, learning to heal not only physically but learning that not all humans are bad. He has such a special sweet, sweet soul we can tell already, that’s why he deserved a special name- Dillon, meaning “Ray of hope” because that’s truly what he is. ❤️

To learn more about Dillon's Story, Click Here!

A picture that was painted of a beautiful moment that happened right before he passed. He was consoling her and telling her that is was going to be ok. Painted by a wonderful artist JA Wilson ❤️

We’ve thought long and hard about the right words to say…meaningful words to honor Milton’s life and the lives he’s touched.

But, how do you find words for a soul that meant so much to so many?

Milton, who was 37+ (in which the vets think he was actually much older) crossed the rainbow bridge yesterday afternoon. He began to have more bad days than good and he started to slowly become unstable on his feet over the past several weeks. His arthritic body could no longer support him and he was in pain. We tried EVERYTHING but in the last 24 hours he just didn’t want to walk anymore. He was tired, he hurt, and we knew it was time. It wasnt fair to keep him around because we were the ones who weren’t ready to say goodbye.

In the hours before his passing, while we were mourning the fact our time with him was coming to an end, he leaned in to nuzzle one of his favorite girls faces as she was crying and all that we can say is in that moment-we knew he was saying “Don’t cry for me, I’m going to be okay.”Our sweet beloved Milton…was trying to console US.

He spent the entire day enjoying more fig newtons and animal cookies than we could have counted, being loved and kissed on. He passed painlessly and peacefully, surrounded by so many that loved him. The sky and the stars shone brightly last night as we buried him in a spot that he could watch over all of his friends.

Milton came to us about a year and a half ago and we knew going into this journey with him that our purpose was to offer him a happy, comfortable end of life for whatever length of time he had left. However, we never knew just how much he would capture the love of everyone around him and what kind of profound impact he would have on our lives and our hearts.

We racked and racked our brains to figure out how to honor his memory, but we think instead we actually want to share with you how he LIVED. He loved long walks in the woods, playing with an old boot, grazing all the grass his heart could desire, but most of all he enjoyed people. He loved spending his time next to anyone and everyone who came to visit. In the short time he had here, he was loved and spoiled, his life mattered. Our purpose was to keep him happy and comfortable and we did just that.

Rest easy sweet Milton, we are so very thankful to have had you in our lives.