Story submitted by Sophia's Oasis for Rescues (S.O.F.E)
The story of Lilly is one I will likely never forget. My daughter saw a plea online for a beautiful 12 year old Arabian mare. She was said to be a former broodmare. With tears streaming down her face (and her father commenting from the next room that we already had enough horses), she told him, "I dont even need to keep her. I just want to SAVE her!" And so she spent every cent of the money she had earned from pet sitting to pull this horse. A horse we would never have imagined would lead us to a local rescue that we hadn't even heard of. Finding this rescue would be a life changing experience for Lilly, and for us.
We traveled to pick Lilly up from a quarantine barn. She was quiet and loaded peacefully. She was so sweet. In hindsight, I believe she was probably given some sort of sedative shortly before we arrived. Trust me, it definitely wore off and we were faced with a terrified horse who had no interest in trusting humans. Keeping true to the plan, we placed Lilly with what we thought was a reputable group. Shortly thereafter, Lilly colicked. After spending a few days at a clinic, she was dropped off to a trainer. (Mind you, no down time, just another unfamiliar situation for this poor mare to deal with.) I didn't believe that was the best scenario for Lilly, but we had already placed her. We were then told that the trainer said she was dangerous, and that she should be put down. I was not going to allow them to give up on this terrified horse so quickly. How would I explain this to my daughter? Setting an example for my child to give up on a life, before she ever even had a chance, was not an option.
The choice was clear. We took her in. So much for "already having enough horses." The next month was spent gaining Lilly's trust. She would eventually be haltered, lead, be groomed and bathed. She was coming around! Still always wary, this horse made a little progress, every day. Months passed and we grew to love this gorgeous mare. Then, one day, what seemed to be the sum of all her fears, reared its ugly head. Completely out of the blue. To say I was shocked by the events that followed, was the understatement of the year. I was removing her blanket before turning Lilly out that morning. Just like I had done countless mornings before. But this was the day that the belly strap of her blanket slipped from my hand, hitting her on the rear leg. I watched the terror in her eyes as she completely exploded. She kicked, reared and rushed the stall door. I had to literally climb out of the stall, or be killed. Once on the other side, I was trembling as much as she was. I reached over and managed to remove the blanket with shaking hands. And then she was fine. I, on the other hand, was traumatized beyond words. What if my daughter had been the one taking her blanket off that morning? I immediately knew that whatever had damaged this mare had to have been devestating for her to endure. I knew that helping her heal from whatever abuse she suffered was out of my capabilities. But I also knew that I would not let her end up back on the auction circuit, or perhaps the slaughter pipeline. There had to be someone who could help her.
By some unexplained stroke of luck, I was referred to SOFE Rescue. They were said to be the last chance for horses. The final stop before being tossed away like a piece of trash. They took in the worst of the worst. Well, this was certainly the worst I had ever encountered. But I knew Lilly just needed a chance. I still refused to give up on her, when everyone else had already done just that. Without question or hesitation, SOFE came to pick her up. I knew this was what she so desperately needed.
And, so began Lilly's journey to becoming a REAL HORSE. I visited her often and watched the training process. The trainers at SOFE were amazing. I even got updates that warmed my heart. One in particular, was a picture of the VP's daughter sitting on top of a tack box outside of Lilly's stall... reading her a story. My heart swelled. What an incredible place for a horse to land. Many months of training had passed. SOFE was in no hurry to adopt her out. In fact, a majority of their horses were long term residents, all somewhere on the training spectrum. Some came around quickly, some, not so much. Of course, Lilly was definitely on the "not so much" end of that spectrum! No horse would leave until the training was complete. Period. Lilly took eleven months. No one rushed her. She was solid. There were no holes in her training.
To my delight, Lilly had achieved every goal I had hoped she would. She was under saddle. She had her first ride scheduled in the next few days. She even had a pending adoption contract in on her! I was overjoyed that this once terrified little mare had blossomed into the horse that God intended. My desire was for her to become a REAL HORSE; to do everything any other horse could do, without the debilitating fear that once held her hostage. Without this chance, Lilly would never have had a chance.
As much as we all rejoiced in Lilly's transformation, it was not meant to be. Lilly suffered an extremely bad case of colic. The board members of SOFE were up with her, around the clock. She was treated by the vet and seemed to be better. Sadly, she took a turn for the worse. Jackie, SOFE's VP, called me in tears. She had to make a decision. And we both knew what the humane answer was. I decided that I wanted to remember our Lilly alive and vibrant. Jackie stood by as she drifted over the Rainbow Bridge.
Never have I witnessed a rescue display that amount of dedication and care. We were all so deeply hurt by Lilly's passing. Her story was one of complete and total transformation. It was a testament to the gifted trainers at SOFE. It was proof that no horse in unreachable. You just need to know how to reach each horse. And reach her, they did.