“Spirit”

When I first arrived at Lee's Pony Therapy, I was in rough shape—hungry, weak, and feeling an anger I didn’t understand. The humans here called me Spirit, and I soon learned they were different. Every day, they approached me with patience, kindness, and a strange respect that made me want to give them a chance.

At first, I didn’t trust them. I'd throw my head and stomp, trying to show them I was in charge. But they didn’t give up. Slowly, the care they showed began to change something inside me. They didn't rush me; they waited and worked with me every day, helping me let go of that anger, and I started to feel safe.

Six months later, I feel like a new horse. Now, I'm the first one at the fence when visitors approach, hoping for a scratch or a treat. And when they come to take me out, I can’t help but wish the time would never end. I even plant my feet by the gate when they try to put me back, looking up at them with what they call my "sad eyes," hoping for just a little more time together.

They tell me how proud they are of me, and, honestly, I feel it too. I found a home here—a family, really—and I’m so glad to be a part of Lee's Pony Therapy.