My friend, Mapiya

Friends, you remember Mapiya, right? She’s the sweet little Quarter Horse whose Mommy is my girlfriend, Brooke. For those of you who don’t know, Mapiya was rescued as a youngster from a very bad situation, and her Mommy has given her a wonderful new life. But now Mapiya needs a very important surgery to remove a bone chip from her fetlock, which has been causing her a lot of pain and could eventually cause permanent damage if it’s not removed! My girlfriend has been saving up all of her money, but she hasn’t been able to save the money fast enough. So, she started a little fundraiser where other kind people and horse lovers can donate money to help Mapiya get the surgery she needs. And you know what? She’s getting so close to her goal, that she only needs just under $150 more! That’s less than 10% of the whole cost of the surgery!

So, I was wondering if any of you would have it in your hearts to go and donate to this cause, so that Mapiya can finally get herself fixed up properly, and start her new life here in Tennessee. It would mean the world to my girlfriend, Brooke, and also to Mapiya, if they could raise that last little amount. Mapiya hasn’t had it easy in life, and she deserves the best – not only for what she had to go through as a baby, but also because she’s a wonderful little horse. And Brooke actually moved Mapiya from California to Tennessee to make sure she had the best life possible… but Mapiya hasn’t been able to enjoy it yet because of this awful lameness.

Actually, you should hear Mapiya’s story in her own words! She took my lead and wrote a story about her life… Please take a couple minutes to read it, and please share it with your friends. The more people who read the story, the more chance there is that we can help raise the rest of the money for Mapiya’s surgery! Don’t forget to go to her fundraising site after you read it – even the smallest donation counts, especially when she is so close to her goal.

My Story, by Mapiya 

Freedom. What comes to mind when you hear that word? It means something different for everyone, human or horse alike.

My life hasn’t exactly been easy, but there’s one thing I have that I will never take for granted: freedom. Freedom to eat as much hay as I want, to never have hunger in my belly, to feel loved by a human, to have proper care and nutrition… It’s just a shame that I can’t enjoy the freedom of being ridden and fulfilling my potential as an American Quarter Horse right now. Why, you ask?

Because I’m lame.

No, I don’t mean I’m lame as in “I’m old fashioned and unstylish.” I’m neither of those things; quite the opposite, actually. But I’m not allowed to work – to gallop through the flowing, green fields of Nashville with my human, to pen a cow, run barrels or spin on my heels like a whirlwind – because I have a chipped bone in my ankle, and it causes me considerable pain whenever I move too much. It’s not as though it’s an irreversible injury yet; it would just involve a surgery that is extremely costly. My human is saving up money as quickly as she can, and I love her for it, but neither of us know how long it will take before she’s able to afford the surgery that I need. We don’t even know if she will be able to do it on her own. But until I can have that surgery, I’m condemned to my paddock, and I can only dream about the amazing horse that I might someday become. That’s no life for a 5-year-old horse, no matter what her aspirations.

Well, I guess it’s not the worst fate in the world, especially considering all I’ve been through. You see, my earliest memories involve a barn where I was severely neglected, along with many other horses who suffered the same mistreatment. I don’t remember a time during the first years of my life when I didn’t feel hungry, or when my feet weren’t sore and drastically overgrown. I remember more days than not when I didn’t even get a single meal; I didn’t know what it felt like to have my mane and tail brushed, let alone the rest of my body. I didn’t know the meaning of the words hope, love… or freedom.

As a matter of fact, it’s kind of a miracle that I even survived.

Actually, I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t have survived, if it hadn’t been for my human. She was the first human that I ever knew to be nice, to treat me well and see that my every need was fulfilled. She taught me how to trust and how to love; she gave me food and shelter, and she made sure that I was never wanting for anything. She showed me what a wonderful experience it is to be groomed. She’s the first human who taught me how to wear a saddle and bridle – and she was the first human ever to sit on my back. I wouldn’t have it any other way; I’d carry her to the ends of the earth, for everything she’s done for me. I just wish I could right now.

Now that I know what it means to be free from neglect, the word “freedom” has taken on an entirely new meaning. When I dream about the day that I’m free of this injury, I see myself – with my human in the saddle – winning the barrel race at a rodeo, roping and cutting, just like my Quarter Horse ancestors have done for generations. For all that my human has done for me, for all of the dreams and goals she has given to me that I never could have envisioned without her, I now dream of the day when I can show her how much she means to me, and help make her dreams come true, too. Because I can promise you one thing – if I’m ever free of this injury, I will be the best rodeo horse you’ll ever know.

What I need right now is a little help. Although I may have thought this when I was younger, I know that my human is not the only human with such a kind and generous heart. I actually have a great amount of hope in humans, even for all of the awful things they have done to me; if you are a kind and generous human like my own, perhaps you could find it in your heart to make a small donation toward the cost of my surgery. Any amount helps, as long as my brave girl doesn’t have to fight my battle on her own.

Brooke and her baby, Mapiya... Click on the photo to make a donation!

Brooke and her baby, Mapiya… Click on the photo to make a donation!

Just click on the photo to visit the fundraising site! Thanks for taking the time to read this, and thanks for making even the smallest contribution. You might never know just how much it means to little Mapiya. Goodnight, friends. Catch y’all tomorrow.

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