Hi, my name is Serenity’s Blessed Maybelle. I’m only 9 months old but growing every day! I’m almost 14 hands right now! You’d think mine would be a short story, since I’ve not been around very long, but my Momma has told me so much, I’ve got a lot to tell you. I’ll get to that later.
I was born at Serenity Saviors in Spring Hill, Florida early in the morning of May 10, 2017. I love it here! I was a surprise to everyone (except my Momma). You should have seen Miss Cherina’s face when she saw me that morning for the first time! Her mouth dropped open and she almost dropped the feed buckets right there! She shouted and screamed and cried all at the same time! My Momma had already cleaned me off and Miss Cherina started kissing me immediately. I started standing and walking as soon as my feet hit the ground. It did make me very tired and I slept a lot back then. My Momma is the best horse in the world! She is called Addi. That is short for Sweet Addiction. Mr. Allen named her; he’s good at that. My Momma’s milk tastes so good, I can never get enough and she never gives me a hard time about it. For the last couple of months, they don’t want me to drink my Momma’s milk any more. They think I’m getting too big to drink my Momma’s milk. I don’t care; I want it anyway.
The week that I was born, Mr. Allen wasn’t home. I found out he was driving across the country, picking up and delivering rescue horses like my Momma. He didn’t believe Miss Cherina when she told him I was born. Even after she sent him a picture of me, he still didn’t believe her. I guess the shock had to sink in. A few days after I was born, Mr. Allen came home. He came right out to the barn that night and hugged me and asked me if G-d had any message for him; since I had just left G-d a few days ago. I think there was something, but it’s like a dream. When you first wake up you can remember it, but after you’ve been up for a while, it fades away.
At first Mr. Allen called me BOGO. That stands for Buy One Get One. Mr. Allen is funny. Then he called me Fiona. I liked that. But then they had a naming contest and everyone voted. Serenity’s Blessed Maybelle won. Over the months, it has sunk in. I like it now. They just call me Maybelle or May May. I’ll come not matter what they call me.
I look just like my Momma: Chestnut with a flaxen mane, a white rear sock and a blaze. My Momma is five gaited, she can walk, trot, canter, slow gait and rack. Maybe she’ll teach me to slow gait and rack when I get older. I like it here at Serenity. I have my own stall now, but I used to share with my Momma, then they built a door between two stalls, so I could have room to sleep, but still could nurse. My Momma is a really big girl, there’s really not much room in her stall when she lies down. We get to go out in the back yard separate from the other horses. We just run and play together. It’s lots of fun.
Momma told me that Mr. Allen got her from a “kill pen” in Louisiana. They were ready to ship her off to Mexico and terrible things were going to happen to her. She told me the kill pen was not a very nice place. All of the horses were stuck together in one large pen; babies with big horses, stallions with mares. There was a lot of biting and kicking there and she said it was a mud hole – no grass; just some hay thrown every now and then. She said that one of the stallions got a little too friendly with her and that’s how I came to be. Momma told me that she’s not sorry; she loves me with all her heart and is so glad that I came along to share the happiest time of her life with her.
My Momma loves people; even though some of them have not been so nice to her. She said that Mr. Allen’s trailer is real nice; but that it was a long ride from Louisiana. They stopped at Mr. Allen’s Momma’s farm in Georgia and stayed there for a couple of days. My Momma couldn’t be with the other horses there because they were afraid she might be sick and could get the other horses sick. So she stayed in the back yard and looked in the kitchen window every chance she could. She told me that the smells coming out of that kitchen were amazing! Momma would have gone inside if they’d let her. One day Momma will tell me about her life before the kill pen; but so far, she doesn’t want to talk about it.
Just like my Momma, I love people. I’m not afraid of them, not even a little bit. I get and give hugs and kisses every single day. My Momma doesn’t mind that the people touch me and love on me. She thinks it’s great! Oh, I remember now what that message was the G-d wanted me to deliver – To Love One Another. I’m gonna do it!