MY INSPIRATION BEHIND CREATING PARADISE ACRES
My passion for caring for the elderly horse was born
the day that I was asked to try and save a 40 year
old pony who was left to die by her owners. Her
name was Kelly and she was practically carried out
of her pasture by a friend's husband who could no
longer stand to look at her while driving by day
This wonderful angel stopped and asked if he could
have the pony for his little daughter, who wanted to
learn to ride. Of course he knew that Kelly would
never be able to carry a rider again, but he knew
that if he insulted her owners, that he may not be
able to save her.
My friend called me about this poor pony and asked if I could help her. I wasn't going to let Kelly live out her last few days not knowing what it was like to be loved, so Kelly was brought to me.
I have never seen such an emaciated animal in my life. This little gal was literally skin hanging on bones and she was at the point where her muscles were being absorbed by her body to try and sustain itself. Kelly had so many open bite wounds and kick marks that we lost count. These wounds were inflicted by the other horses in her pasture who would attack her whenever she tried to get to some sort of food to survive, but she was no match for the bigger horses that shared her dry lot. When the owners were asked why she wasn't fed separately from the other horses, they replied "We just want her to die."
Her wounds were dressed, and she was fed and tended to. I fell in love with her never-give-up attitude and her sincere will to live. She wanted to be loved so badly and you could see the spark in her eyes come alive every time I came to see her. From the moment she arrived, she would place her face to yours so she could get kisses on her nose.
With a lot of patience and perseverence Kelly pulled through. She was loved and protected by my sweet mare Rady. For once in her life, she had a horse who was proud to be her friend, instead of it trying to kill her. Rady would diligently stand guard over the top of Kelly and would pin her ears back at anyone who tried to get near her little pal.
One of my fondest memories of Kelly was when I turned she and her best pal, Rady, out into the arena for their daily romp. Kelly took off at a half-crippled trot and threw in a little buck for good measure. It brought tears to my eyes because I realized that she was finally truly happy. And the way that she would tilt her little head sideways when you would talk to her, as if she was trying to figure out what you were saying . . . that would make anyone smile.
I was only blessed to have Kelly for 8 months, but that little pony touched the hearts of anyone who came to know her. She lived each day gumming her Equine Senior to her heart's content. I still smile and my heart still aches when I think of her. Kelly was buried with the dignity that she deserved and she now resides on 1100 acres. She was laid to rest next to the most prestigious Oak Tree on the property with a beautiful creek running by.
I received such an incredible amount of joy in taking care of Kelly, and seeing her so happy during the last part of her life, that I decided that this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I then worked on my goal to open the best horse retirement facility on earth.
As the saying goes . . . It's not work if you love what you're doing for a living. And to us, there is no better life to have then to share our beautiful paradise with your most dedicated and loved best friend.
Rest in peace my sweet little Kelly Belly Fo Felly, Fatty Fo Fatty.
Here is Kelly 2 weeks after she was rescued.
I wish I would have taken pictures of her when she was fat as a Butterball, but you always think you have more time.