He didn't bring any paperwork with him.. not even the coggins report which he promised me he had. I typed up a quick bill of sale and handed him a copy along with a self addressed, stamped envelope so he could easily send me the coggins report. Everyone said I'd never receive it, but I chose to believe that I would.
Martha showed up shortly after he left. I think she was a bit shocked at Misty's condition. Her tail looked like it had never been brushed and was like one big dreadlock. Half her mane was missing, and she had open cuts and scrapes on her face where she probably was reaching under a fence to get to some grass. She also had scars on the sides of her mouth from the bit that someone had obviously used a heavy hand with. She was dirty and cut up, and her feet were in dire need of a trim. But what I noticed the most was her big, round, amber eyes. She had kind eyes and long eyelashes... And something about her reminded me of Willow. Martha and I wondered what else we might find and just what this poor horse had been through. We knew for sure that she'd been through a lot and that it might take a long while before she would really trust us. She lowered her head and was so sweet as she drank water and ate some hay. And after giving her the once over, Martha said to me, "Shana, I know you have been helping that other rescue horse.. but I've met her; and this horse needs you way more."
Martha could see how much I already loved Misty... "I need her too," I said as I leaned in for my first hug from Misty.... "She's my white Willow."
