My Story

'My name is Tilly, I'm seventeen years old, the place I now live in was once a buzz of energy, I was once a farm horse, I once lived with an old man who spoiled me rotten, I was once meant to become a race horse, I once found my best friend, only to loose him again, I will never see my mother, or my first handler, Jane, again.'

Tilly's life is fill of happiness as well as misery, she was born and still lives on Happy Horse Ranch, but that doesn't mean to say she grew up there.

This is her life, this is Tilly's story.


3. My new home

That journey was the longest I ever had. My hooves hurt from standing on metal all the time, for my new owner hadn't put straw on the floor. Jane would of, she also would of stopped every now and then to make sure I was alright and I had enough food and water. Oh, how I miss Jane, so, so much.


We traveled for hours and when I finally arrived at my new home it was dark. I was tugged out of that metal box and shoved into a stall which was slightly on the small side. He left without putting a bucket of water in my stall or some hay. I was left in the darkness. I couldn't get to sleep, it was to scary on my own. I was used to my mother in the stall next to me, Leo the other side and all the others in the stable who lived on Happy Horse Ranch. I neighed into the darkness, hoping against hope that there might be a reply. I heard something. I wasn't sure if it was real or not, but I clung to that noise, the faint hope I wasn't alone here in this strange place.


When I woke up I thought I was back home. I neighed good morning to my mother and Leo, then I remembered, I would never see my mother or Leo again, I had been sold, I was in a strange place, all alone. I remembered the noise I heard last night, I looked around, calling out. It turned out that it was just my imagination after all. I stood standing in my stall, wishing I had some food, as well as some water. I had never been this thirsty in my life. I always had food and water at Happy Horse Ranch. The thought of Happy Horse Ranch made me think of Jane, I couldn't think of Jane, the memory of how kind she had been to me was to painful to think of.


A while later my new owner came in, holding something. I didn't know what it was but he walked straight up to me and tried to thrust it over my head. I reared and backed away, even though I couldn't get very far in my small stall. He looked at me and sighed. "Fine," he said. He then put the thing on the ground and walked away. He came back a little later with a bucket of water and another of food. I was so relived that I finally had something to eat and drink. I drank the water in a matter of minutes and ate the food. When I had finished, I looked up, hoping for some more. Oh, how wrong I was.


Instead of food, he thrust the heavy thing over my head. "If you want to live here, eat my food, stay in my stable, you have to earn it!" He said opening my stable door and dragging me out. We reached a field and he connected me to a big, heavy thing which I later found out was called a plough. He commanded me to move forward, I strained against the slippery mud and the weight of the plough, but I didn't get anywhere. He whipped me, it was the first time in my life I had ever been whipped. A dagger of white hot pain shot up back, causing me to rear and bolt. Well I tried to bolt. I moved forward ever so slightly. The weight of the plough was to much, I struggled with all my might, being whipped several more times for I couldn't pull the plough.


I struggled all day in that hell hole, barely managing to plough a quarter of that field. My back was covered in sore cuts were he had whipped me. When he finely returned me to my stable, there was no 'well done girl', or 'you tried your best girl', nothing like that. He didn't even give me some more food, just a small amount of water. I didn't sleep very well that night, I was thirsty, hungry and ever time I moved daggers of pain shot up my back.


I later found out that I only got feed if I worked hard. It was very hard to do that, my new owner was very hard to please. I spent several more months, struggling, starving and being whipped in that place I thought I could of called home. He finely saw I was no use in farm work and took me to the auction. I have some terrible memories of that place. Even the thought makes me shiver. The only good thing that happened at that, that, auction, was Fred bought me. Fred was almost as kind as Jane.

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