We love this story by Shirley Warnick.  It says so much on what a difference a person can make with devotion and love being the motivation to act.

A THROWAWAY HORSE
By Shirley Warnick

A new horse has graced my life.  I surely wasn't looking for another one when I saw the shaggy little red mare step off the trailer with a group of others who had come in for quick sale where I kept my other three horses.  But animals like her seldom seem to come into our lives when we expect it.

She was eighteen years old and very malnourished.  She looked spent from a life of many owners who had taken all she had to offer and repeatedly sold this horse when they tired of her.  I felt an overwhelming sadness about her.  It seemed to me that somehow she expected she was at yet another home with someone who cared even ess about her than the previous one One day I saw her with her head up and calling to one of the horses she'd come in with a month or so earlier.  She was beautiful, no other word for it, just beautiful.  I could see a shadow of her former self, and she was young and proud again, if only for a single moment in time.  However, buyers came and went, and none were the least bit interested in the gaunt, timid, old mare.

I couldn't get her out of my mind.  I tried several times to buy her, but my offers were repeatedly rejected.  "We're going to get some good money for that one," the owners would say. Or, "She's got good lines and someone can breed her," I was told.  They didn't even bother to give her a name.  She was only referred to as the skinny mare.  I wish I would have been able to come up with their asking price just to free her from the conditions, but there was no way I could raise such a large sum.

Things continued to get worse for her that winter.  She endured freezing temperatures and drenching rain with no shelter, thick mud up to her hocks, and what little feed she was able to grab before being driven off by the other horses.  I put one of my blankets on her, but the other horses tore it to shreds while picking on her. The light was dimming in her eyes.  It was all I could do not to cry every time I saw her.

Finally, the day came when I had to move my other horses to our summer place.  I tossed and turned all night and knew I had to find some way to take her with me.  I made one last desperate attempt to purchase her.  For some reason, this time, my offer was accepted.  I guess those good lines didn't seem to matter anymore.  She was too far gone, and no one wanted her. It was my fear, but relief, that I had outbid the feedlot owner by just hours.  She had been scheduled to be picked up by the truck later that day.  The feedlot is the last stop for horses like her, a sadly welcome respite from the neglect to fatten them before they are slaughtered.

I cried happy tears that day as I loaded her onto my trailer.  She dutifully followed me.  Her sad brown eyes looked resigned to whatever fate awaited her, as I closed the divider and shut the door.  I'm sure she thought it was just another trip to somewhere else no different than all the rest.

That was three months ago. Today, no one recognizes her.  Copper is the horse of my dreams and almost completely restored to good health.  She has come out of her shell.  Her beautiful red coat shines, and her eyes sparkle again.  She got her name when I washed the mud off her and found that she shined like a new penny.  I have discovered that Copper is exquisitely trained with beautiful manners.  She has the heart of a lioness.  She outshines horses who are many times more her market value in loyalty and gentle spirit alone.

I cannot understand how anyone could have parted with Copper, but she will be my companion, my shiny penny, to the end. Copper is no longer anyone's throwaway horse.

BIO:
Shirley Warnick from Washington state is an avid horsewoman for the past forty years who loves and respects all animal life and tries to make a difference whenever she can.

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

Is a throwaway animal waiting to show you how brightly he or she can shine?