||Eighteen years old|
||Haysville, Indiana, USA|
is Missy, my Arabian mare. We purchased Missy as a fifteen-year-old English
pleasure mount; despite the fact that we were looking for a western pleasure
horse, we were clinging to the idea of an Arab after we sold my first horse.
We didn't know anything about Missy, not really. We knew that she had taken
ribbons in English pleasure and jumping, but that told us nothing about how
her performance would be under a western saddle.
When she first arrived at our boarders' home, she was incredibly fat and
physically healthy, but mentally unstable. She spooked easily and contained
no personality. When we loosed her in a field, it was impossible to catch
her. When I rode her, she would never buck, but she would charge and leap and
spook at every noise.
As winter set in, we began to build a bond. I never let go of Missy; the idea
never crossed my mind. She started to come when I called. Catching her became
easier. That was when my parents and I noticed that her physical body was
deteriorating. We started heading to the boarders' place everyday to feed her
extra after they left. She lost some weight, but not a whole lot.
Fair came and went with no ribbons, but no problems. The other 4Hers scorned
me because they all owned high-priced quarter horses, but I didn't mind. Winter
came again, and Missy began putting off weight again. Only this time, it was
very quickly. The extra feed portions went up.
One day, we arrived at the boarders' right as they were leaving. We entered
the barn to discover that, while the other horses were eating hay and sweet
feed, Missy was going hungry! That wasn't the only problem. Missy had been
starving during the day, and whenever she neared the outside hay bale, the
other horses had attacked her. We discovered Missy with sunk-in flanks, blood
streaming from hoof marks down her back, sulkily watching the other horses
eat. That was the last straw.
We immediately transferred Missy to my aunt's house in Haysville. She put on
nearly 150 pounds within the first three months of being there. She became
happy and healthy. Now, my eighteen-year-old mare is gorgeous and healthy. She lets
me ride her around the field with no tack. She follows me when I walk and
trots after me when I run, with a lead rope or without.
We've started investing our time in gaming events like barrel racing and pole
bending. We placed 8th in the last pole bending competition! It was the
happiest day of my life.
Missy is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.
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