Affectionate memoir about an SPCA rescue horse fostered by a lonely social worker.
Richards already owned three horses when she responded to a desperate plea from the SPCA asking for volunteers to foster abused mares and their foals. The mare she was given, Lay Me Down, was a lame, half-starved creature who “looked like a complicated wire coat hanger draped with a mud-caked brown pelt.” The trusting mare, who had been valued at $100,000 at the height of her racing career some 12 years earlier, now walked with a pronounced limp in both front legs, and had painful arthritis in both rear hocks. Despite her history of injuries and abuse, Lay Me Down retained an affable temperament that deeply impressed her new owner, herself a survivor of childhood and domestic abuse. A little romance even enters the picture when Richards’s gelding Hotshot courts the new arrival: “Their mutual attraction was instant and strong. . . . Together, they were a duet of contentment.” Inspired by Lay Me Down’s example, Richards decides to abandon her hermit-like ways and actually goes on a date: “If Lay Me Down could risk loving, so could I.” All too soon, Richards realizes something is wrong with her new equine charge. One of Lay Me Down’s eyes protrudes, and she is diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. A trip to Cornell’s veterinary hospital confirms the worst, leaving Richards to cling to the hope that Lay Me Down, who had been imprisoned for years in a dark stall, live till spring, and bask once more in the sun’s warmth.
A tender lesson in courage and dependence.
