My Red Boy

Shirley · My Red Boy

This weekend I was privleged to meet the woman who rescued some of those horses I had to leave behind last year. She took us into her beautiful log cabin and spent a very long time telling us about them all--the ones that were lost, the ones too sick and weak still in quarantine, the ones that will never be ok but will be loved and cared for nonetheless and then she took us out to see them all.

When I spotted him my heart lept! My sweet red colt, Sophia's cell mate, was safe. I couldn't do anything but hug his neck and sob into his mane like an idiot but I didn't care. He was safe! I told him that I was so sorry I wasn't there for him and he wrapped his neck around me almost like a hug. I could almost feel his forgivness which only made me cry all the harder. Even with all the extra care he's had he is still so thin and small from such extreme neglect. His legs are damaged and so bent over at the knee from starvation and confinement he may never be sound. A sad fate for a coming two year old with so much of his life ahead. I just wish the powers that be would grace me with a way to bring him here but I know as things are now I can't afford another without risking them all.

It was such a horrible feeling to leave him behind in that hell hole. I'd done my best to not get attached to the rescues, especially after the wretched death of the old mare I'd loved and cared for there, but with him it was impossible. Sophia had coliced and my choice between them had to be made. Her need was greatest at that time and there could only be one more. In order to halter train her I had to gentle him as well and so began my connection to him. I knew my friend there would do her best to take care of him and she did her best but it wasn't enough and so he continued to fail in health and spirit.

I'd trained him to halter and lead, bathe, load in the trailer and pick up his little feet so well my farrier was very pleased for one so young. He was such a good boy and always so willing to please. I desperately wanted him to get the best home possible and almost had a home for him before I left but it didn't come to pass. His tormentor saw to that, no doubt to cause me as much pain as possible before I left and refused to let him be adopted.

His guardian angel must have seen that specialness about him and took him with the group. Although she couldn't take them all, she took him and for that I am so grateful. It gave me peace to find him again and know he is finally with someone who cares.

BooBoo

What a bitter sweet reunion, Shirley....... I wish I could say more of what is in my heart.

Sage/Debs

Shirley, I am moved beyond words but feel me as I wrap my arms about you and hold you close, as I admire, respect and love you for your great heart and deep soul. Sophie was lucky but it seems he has a guardian angel as well. What a poignant reunion, thank you for sharing it. Love Sage

Haywire

What a lesson in courage you have learned. I know it must have hurt you to leave him behind, but the plan was for him to stay for a while. I'm so glad you got to actually see and feel him and let him know you love him. That is really all he wants to know, is Love.

Thank you beautiful soul for loving him and letting him know it.

Love and Light,

Haywire