Bubba-Chestnut Horse

One day I received a Facebook message from someone I went to High School with. While we were not friends in High School, I did remember Don, and had also recently become his Facebook friend. He must had seen my posts about my rescue sanctuary and said he had a request he would like me to consider. He told me that he and his wife had this friend who lost her husband a year ago from cancer, and she was now dying of cancer herself. Her name was Pat, and she had a horse that she wanted to rehome and be sure that he was in a safe place where he can live out the rest if his days. Of course, I was moved and immediately wanted to help. He then went onto say that the horse had one issue, he was a cribber. I horse who cribs (without going into detail), and damage fences and barn with chewing the wood. I honestly had no problem with that. When You open a rescue, it is certain that most of them would come with issues.

Later that day I called Pat and we hit it off right away. We chatted for over an hour, and everything just felt right. Not long after that we were on our way to Atlanta to pick up Bubba.

We planned to spend the night at Pats and go out to a fun local bar with Don and his wife Kelly. The new friendships were priceless, and I knew that Bubba was our connection to better days ahead for everyone, even Pat.

That was 9 years ago. Pat has been gone now for three years, and Bubba is still thriving on the farm. He is a big ole goof ball, plays well with the other horses, and is a wonderful trail horse. He still Cribbs, but that okay with me, I bite my cuticles, we all have vices. I think of Pat often, especially if I am with Bubba, grooming him, or just hanging out at the barn with him. She lives on in him.