Time for Angie The Queen Doesn't Wait to Be Crowned.

Walk into her paddock and you'll feel it immediately—the weight of her gaze. Time for Angie doesn't just look at you. She sees you. Studies you. Decides if you're worth her time.

She doesn't pace. She patrols. She doesn't neigh. She commands. And she never, ever, forgets.

Angie is the one watching while others nap. The one who feels the shift in the wind long before the clouds catch up. The one who knows which feed bin creaks, which gate sticks, which hoof falls out of rhythm across the field. She is presence incarnate. A sentinel. A sovereign.

She leads with the kind of quiet authority that doesn't ask for loyalty—it earns it.

At Unbridled Sanctuary, Angie has carved out her kingdom—not with teeth or hooves, but with intention. She moves through her paddock like a general inspecting the troops: calm, alert, utterly assured. Her companions—Toes, Posey, Elle, Indy—respect her space and follow her lead. They know what we've learned: Angie knows.

But she's no tyrant. She's a teacher. Watch her with a child holding a brush for the first time. She lowers her head, still and steady, inviting connection. See her lift a hoof gently for a farrier student learning the rhythm of trust. She meets people where they are, but she never dims her light. Angie doesn't shrink. She leads.

And she leads because she survived.

Born in California on Valentine's Day. Used. Broken on Belmont Racetrack. Forgotten in a Frozen Pasture.

She raced 34 times. Won 12. Earned $334,830. With the heart of a champion she gave her all for the people who bred her, sold her, traded her, ran her. And when her tendons failed at Belmont Park on July 16, 2016, she was loaded into a "horse ambulance" and hauled away.

No cameras. No curtain call. No retirement. Just gone. 

In March 2019, Unbridled found Angie and her shedrow companion, Touching My Toes, in Columbia County, New York. Ribs so sharp they cast shadows on her hide. Hip bones jutting like mountain peaks through paper-thin skin. Eyes dulled to the color of ash. They were barely standing. Their bodies were so starved they had begun consuming their own muscle tissue just to stay alive.

They were prisoners of apathy and indifference. Just up the laneway, corpses of their pasture mates lay piled high beside the manure pit—those who hadn't made it through the winter. The smell of death in the air. The sound of wind through empty feed buckets. Angie and Toes were next.

We brought them home to Unbridled. Forever home.

Since then, the Eagle-Eyed Queen of Unbridled has put on over 350 pounds. Today, when the morning sun hits her coat, it gleams like polished mahogany. When she moves, you can see the power rippling beneath—muscle built not for speed anymore, but for presence. For permanence.

Every step she takes now is a reclamation of dignity. She's muscle again. Fire again. She stands tall. And she doesn't wait for recognition. She demands it.

She remembers every gate that didn't open. Every meal that didn't come. Every face that never looked back.

She was bred, owned, and raced by some of the biggest, most successful names in Thoroughbred racing. Stables worth millions. Trainers with championship records. Jockeys who are household names. She made them hundreds of thousands of dollars.

When she broke down, not one came back for her. Not one contributed a cent to her care.

You weren't there when the gate slammed shut on her racing career. You weren't there when the feed buckets went empty. You weren't there when she learned that love has conditions and care has limits.

But you're here now.

Angie doesn't need pity. She needs your partnership. She's done serving. It's time she's seen.

For any amount you can commit monthly—$5, $10, $25, or $500 whatever your heart calls you to give—you can ensure Angie never goes hungry again.

To sponsor Angie is to say:

"You're not forgotten. You're not alone. And your story matters."

Every dollar you give feeds her body. Every month you commit nourishes her soul. Every time you choose to remember her name, you change everything.

Angie stands today because she believed someone would come. Be that someone. Be the one who comes back. Not for a check, not for a win picture—but for her.

When you become Angie's sponsor, you'll receive monthly updates and exclusive photos showing the Queen in her element—proof that your commitment is changing her world, one day at a time.

Sponsor Angie. Stand beside the Queen.

❤️ In Her Words: "You didn't know me when I ran. You didn't cash my checks. You didn't take my picture in the winner's circle. But if you see me now— Still standing. Still strong. Still leading— Then maybe, just maybe, you're the one I was waiting for. And maybe, just maybe, you're the reason I kept believing someone would come."

​Registered Name: Time For Angie

Born in California on Feburary 14, 2011

Sired by Time To Get Even Out of Amorous Angie by Gold Case