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| Scribbles first night at Myhre Clinic |
This letter is spoken from one who knows and loves horses
and understands the people who love them~
My heart goes out to you and your family. How is she doing this morning? You said that her name is Scribbles. If she is descended from "the Scribbles", then she has a fighting spirit. Scribbles was a very well known stallion for many reasons. He out produced himself over and over many times. Every one of the those horses had a wonderful heart and staying power. They were gorgeous, won in halter, and equitation of many styles. You said that she had survived starvation. Poor thing has had a challenging life. But you have her now. She stayed with her owner with out giving up. Shock alone will kill. It didn't get her. That's heart and staying power and love. She focused on her owner. I am sure that if she could talk she would be saying thank you. Watch her eyes they will speak volumes to you. Also when her mouth doesn't hurt any more - watch to see when she understands and accepts what youre doing and saying. She will mouth her tongue and swallow gently. That was told to me by an old timer in Colo. He used to train many ill-mannered horses that no one else could work with. I used that principle all my life and had wonderful luck with it. It is how you know that the animal understands, accepts and is content. I use it with my birds that no one wanted any more and dogs. I am out of money or I would give you what I had.
You are in my prayers, as this is costly and mentally draining. If I could have your permission I would like to send her story out to more people. Maybe some moneys will come your way. I haven't clicked on the link but I am assuming that there is a contact there to receive money. May God Bless you and all the people working with her, and may God's perfect love surround her and keep her.
Darlene
This is such a special and heartfelt letter, put so beautifully. The cost will eventually leave us, but having our horse home, the rewards of her recovery never will. Darlene, your words are so comforting. Becky
