MAE’S SUCCESS STORY
Before I came to my new home, my life was terrible. I lived in a small pasture that was mostly mud, and I was slowly starving to death. I had a baby, a beautiful little filly named Dolly, and both of us were in a terrible situation. We never had enough to eat and Dolly didn’t grow, she became stunted.
A lady who’d taken another rescue horse heard about us and began trying to save us. Our owner refused to give us up, though. He said we were valuable, even though our hips were about to come through our skin.
But the lady didn’t give up. She and her husband bought us, because she knew we’d die if she didn’t.
For almost a year, we had plenty to eat and a good pasture to graze in. But the damage had been done to Dolly. She died last spring. Her heart had been damaged.
But my life today is good. I have a big oak shade tree and a pond and green grass and three horse friends to hang with. I have a family who plants rye grass in the winter and keeps the water tub full.
Sadie’s success story
My name is Sadie, and my story has a happy ending. I was a young horse when I lived in north Mobile County. A family bought me as a gift for their young daughter, and though she loved me, she was afraid of me. People don’t understand that it takes skill to ride even the most docile horse, and I was young and frisky. I didn’t mean to scare my young friend, but I did.
There was an even bigger problem. No one really knew how to take care of me. My family never expected how much grass I’d need or the expense of caring for my hooves and vaccinations and regular worming. The economy grew worse and money got tighter and tighter. I was hungry all the time and my belly became infested with worms.
Then one day a woman working for a home health agency heard about me and she came to see me. She had land with lots of grass and other horses. She offered to give me a new home.
And my family loved me enough to want the best thing for me—so they gave me to her.
My new owner and her friend came to pick me up one day, and I was whisked away to another part of the county. Even though I wanted to tear loose and jump into the lush grass, I couldn’t. Too much food too fast could have killed me.
So it was a long, long process of gradually increasing my food intake until I could eat normally.
Now I’m fat, sassy and the boss of the pasture.