This
is the best picture I have of Libbey. Libbey was my very first
rescue. She and Chance are the reason there is a TIER. She is
a 25 yr. old Arabian. She is kind, willing, strong, protective
and when I look into her eyes I want to cry with joy.
Update
6/27/99: One year ago on June 27, 1998, I went to one
of the feedlots in Southern California in answer to a plea from
the AHRN (Arabian Horse Rescue Network) to pay the ransom on
an Arabian mare that was destined to board the next truck to
the slaughterhouse.
I
met with the Director of AHRN at the feedlot and paid the feedlot
owner for the mare, sight unseen. There was some confusion as
to which mare it was that had not received donations through
AHRN. There were 5 Arabians at this particular feedlot, but
at that time, only 4 had received enough donations to pay their
ransom. I figured it was only a paycheck ($650.00) and if the
horse was too much for me to handle, my new rescue friends would
assist me in finding her a safe, responsible, healthy home for
life.
I
named the mare Liberty (Libbey for short). Two weeks after her
near escape from death at a slaughterhouse, she came down with
strangles. Fortunately, Libbey was fairly healthy and did not
have complications, but, my education in dealing with rescues
had begun!
Libbey
was not a personable horse to begin with. When you entered her
pen, she would turn her head away. Most times she would stick
her head in the chicken coop. She was depressed and withdrawn.
She allowed Renee and myself to doctor her, but she always had
a wary look in her eye. When we took her out of her pen, she
would become anxious and hot. It was this trait that kept her
from going to the summer camps and doomed her to a trip to the
slaughterhouse. Children at the summer camps would be unable
to ride such a hot horse.
Renee
worked her "Renee Magic" and Libbey became somewhat
more personable. She was then sent to a trainer that does non-resistive
training. We had been told that Libbey was around 15 - 17 yrs.
old. When I had a vet come out to float her teeth, he
told me she was more like 20+ yrs. old!!! I was saddened. You
see, that meant my time with this lovely animal would not be
as long as I had hoped for. The vet did say she was in wonderful
shape and that Arabians live quite awhile!
At
20+ yrs. old this awesome mare went into training to calm the
prancing out of her. And, much to the amazement of those who
knew her age, she responded! She is a kind and willing mare
with people, but with other horses she is a lead mare and very,
very possesive of her food! She began to change from that distant
mare into an open and giving one. She would nicker at me or
Blair (my husband) when we would start hollering her name across
the stable! She is now waiting for us when we come up to her
and she breathes her breath into my face. She hugs and she will
come on cue. She has a light in her beautiful eyes that makes
me cry with love and gratefulness that she is in my life.
Due
to financial reasons, we were unable to afford a pen to bring
Libbey home. I had made a vow to myself some months ago that
Libbey would be home by at least June 27, 1999. One year to
the day that she was ransomed and released from the feedlot.
I did what most of us that rescue do at one time or another.
I didn't pay some bills and did pay for a pen so my lovely Libbey
could come home.
It
is with great emotion, gratitude to those who have supported
me in my efforts, a deep love of this mare, love in my heart
for the horses in need and the people who answer their call
that I say......
LIBBEY
IS HOME!
She
arrived on June 27, 1999.
Because
of this mare being in need and invisibly drawing me to her,
I was able to view the pens at this feedlot full of horses destined
to die (and other feedlots) and make a concious decision to
help as best I could. Because of Libbey and Chance (a whole
nother story!) I posted a list of horses in need in the hopes
that someone, somewhere, would reach out to help these horses.
You have answered and you continue to answer their call.
Little
did I guess how many of you would respond to the plight of these
horses. And thus, True Innocents Equine Rescue was born. Totally
unplanned. All I wanted to do was help the horses.
Because
of you, I don't have to try to do this alone. WE are doing it.
We
are helping some horses. I thank you all!
By
the way....... LIBBEY IS HOME!
11/04/04
- It's been almost a year since my lovely friend Libbey
crossed the Rainbow Bridge. The coming anniversary of her
passing has brought back a flood of memories and I just
wanted to touch on how blessed I was to have had her in
my life. If only I could see her the way she is now - restored
to her youthful vigor, joints fluid, coat gleaming, eyes
sparkling, wind whipping through her mane. If only I could
look into her eyes, feel her warm breath on my face, watch
her glide across the arena, wrap my arms around her neck,
place my head alongside the hollow behind her jaw, run my
fingers across her brow, feel the softness of her muzzle,
scratch her belly (Oh how she loved to have her tummy rubbed!)
......I do miss her so. And I am oh so very grateful to
her for her final gift of leaving me in a manner that did
not put me in the position of having to make THE decision.
She gave of herself until the very end.
Libbey,
thank you for filling my heart.