03/06/2026
🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴One of the really happy things about rescue is checking in with adopted horses and their families. We are grateful for the loving homes provided for our horses, and are pleased to share stories and pictures.
This is the story of Lady (one of the Cloverdale 12, previously called “Gabby), as written by her adoptive mom:
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I got my horse a horse, and it became one of the most meaningful decisions of my life. In June 2021, my beloved mare Lily suffered an unresolvable eye trauma. After weeks at UC Davis, it became clear there was no path forward that would preserve the quality of life she deserved. Losing her was devastating. In the stillness that followed, my gelding Jackson was left alone on my small ranch, disoriented, and grieving. We mourned together, but I knew he needed more than companionship from me alone.
Lady, then known as Gabby, appeared unexpectedly on my Facebook feed, and from the first moment, I knew she chose me. Jenny Watson, on the board of CHANGE, knew me from years past and trusted that Lady would have a permanent, loving home with me. Lady had been rescued from an abuse case in Cloverdale, and her first adopter was stepping away from horses due to personal circumstances. Once again, a chestnut mare found her way into my life.
When I turned down my dirt road with Lady in the trailer, she and Jackson called out to each other immediately. Conventional wisdom says new horses should be kept separated for a period of time...yeah right! Soul mates, without question.
Lady quickly revealed herself as a force of personality: always first for meals and treats, blissfully content during grooming, and endlessly patient when standing quietly by my side. She has a precise internal clock and insists I rise at first light during winter mornings (she is in at night during inclement weather); turning on a lamp is a mistake I only make once. These small routines have become the rhythm of our days.
Most importantly, Lady healed my boy. Jackson has neurological challenges, and on his difficult days she stands beside him, steady and calm, or gently places herself in his path to interrupt his anxious pacing. She offers him a sense of safety and balance that no human intervention could replicate. In caring for him, she has also helped mend something in me. After losing Lily, a part of my horse spirit dimmed. Lady reminds me daily to keep going, to get up, to show up, to tend to the simple, sacred work of feeding horses, untangling manes, cleaning stalls, and offering treats to waiting, hopeful muzzles.
Sometimes, healing arrives quietly, on four legs, and changes everything.