10/17/2025
Who Rescued Who - Arlilla & Copper Halo 😇
After losing my father to a distracted driver, then spending the next two years caring for my mother with dementia, I was left adrift in a storm of grief. Not long after, my heart horse, Nessie, passed away—and with her went the last thread I was holding onto. On top of everything, I was battling ongoing health issues that made each day feel like a mountain I couldn’t climb.
I thought I was done with horses. I thought my riding days were over.
Then came a phone call.
Julie from Healing Arenas reached out to me one afternoon. She told me about an off-the-track Thoroughbred (OTTB) who had just arrived. “This horse is special,” she said. “He’s exactly what you need. He’ll heal your heart.”
I didn’t believe her—not at first. How could a horse I’d never met possibly know what I needed?
But Julie was right.
From the moment I met him, there was something different. For a horse fresh off the track, he was surprisingly calm and grounded. Kind eyes. A quiet energy. An old soul wrapped in a young body. It was like he saw me—not just the surface, but everything beneath it. My pain. My exhaustion. My silent hope that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t meant to give up yet.
Even though he was green, he carried himself with a gentleness that surprised me. While I was supposed to be the one training him, it was clear from the beginning: he was also taking care of me.
When my health made it hard to ride consistently, he never held it against me. Whether it had been a week or a month since our last ride, he showed up exactly the same—steady, calm, and ready. On days when I was weak in the saddle or unbalanced, he would slow down, almost as if to say, “I’ve got you, Mom.”
At our first show together, I was nervous. My body wasn’t where I wanted it to be, and I wasn’t sure I could make it through the course. But he surprised me once again. When I needed to take a walking break mid-course to catch my breath, he adjusted his pace to the slowest, softest walk—like he understood. And when I took a deep breath, picked up my reins, and said, “Okay, let’s go,” he stepped right back into the perfect canter, ears forward, ready to try again. Just being able to show and have fun was the best win I thought I would ever have.