At the farm where I, until recently, boarded my horse, two horses were abandoned by their owner. The farm manager was hoping to be able to take care of them, but finances were tight. One horse was able to be rescued by a concerned friend, but eventually the decision was made to put the other down. That horse was Munchkin.

Munch is a chestnut fellow with a varied history. He was a racehorse, successful show hunter, and eventer. He had nothing wrong with him, other than his age and lack of condition. When I heard about the decision to end his life, I felt I had to do something. I approached the farm manager about giving me some time to work with Munch and get him into shape for riding, with the hope of being able to lease him so he could earn his keep. She agreed to give me 30 days.

I began riding Munchkin and really fell in love with him. He was a gentleman who sopped up the attention he’d been lacking for years like a big sponge. And he was a joy to ride, athletic, but calm. I began telling everyone I knew about him and how I hoped to lease him out. I said my ideal partner for him would be an adult who had ridden as a child and was looking to return to it.

During the 30 days, two things happened. One was that Munch came along far faster than I had expected, except that he began to show some signs of possibly having a kidney issue. I knew he would need a test to find out for sure what it was. I wasn’t sure how to make that happen; I was trying to come up with a way to pay for it myself, since the farm would not do any more than pay for his food. The second was that the manager’s partner began to pressure me regarding Munch. She wanted me to adopt him, which was financially impossible (I’m working on that with the Secret!). Our discussions became heated and eventually I felt that I needed to leave the farm. I found a place for my own horse, but I was anguished about Munchkin. I couldn’t take him and I hated to leave him. Every day I spent time grooming him, feeding him, massaging him. But most of all, I concentrated on how much I loved him and wanted a happy future for him. I imagined him enjoying quiet trail rides and eating grass in a green pasture. And every day when I said good night to him, I imagined him surrounded by a golden pink bubble of love.

Finally, the day came when I moved my horse. I still had no solution for Munchkin, but I resolved to go back, meet with the farm manager, and ask if I could come visit him and fuss over him. I was afraid they would put him down, but I pushed that idea away and kept visualizing good things for him, and that surrounding pink bubble of love.

The farm manager told me I was welcome to come back, so I set up a day to meet with her. When I did, she told me something amazing. A woman whose daughter boards at the farm used to ride as a child, and wanted to begin again. She came to the farm and fell in love with Munchkin. Her daughter works for a vet and they have already done the sample to get the test done that he needs. She wants to lease him and continue riding him. I could hardly believe what I was hearing! This woman is exactly what I had asked for for him.

In a way I never expected and could not have imagined, all that I wanted and visualized for Munchkin has come true.

Munchkin gave me such a special gift; every time I think of him, I remember to focus on feeling love and giving love, concentrate on the end result and not how it will come to pass, and never stop believing.

Thank you, Universe, for providing a new life for Munchkin. (And yes, I still go back to visit him!)