My story so far. (Cody and Libby)

I was born in a dysfunctional family. Mom and Dad almost always fighting. Dad always working, Sister and Brother running off causing trouble. Me stuck at the end of the list. The First few years of my life were fine I guess, nothing major really. Dad worked small odd jobs to help get by and took me along with him. We worked hard and late into the night most nights but I loved every moment of it.
One day my dad took us all out to a stable on Fort Hood (the base he and Mom worked as civilians). We now owned a horse, I was 7 and in Love! His name was Cody, he was a little thing, only 4 months old. Me and my dad raised him and trained him. Since I was the lightest and smallest I was the First to ever ride him. From that moment on me and him had a Bond like no other. He was the love of my young life. We spent as much time together as allowed.
As we grew up together we started down a new road. Our family moved from the city to the country, I was 10. Cody was now with me all day every day! We walked together, and slept together (yes I slept in his stall when upset as he lay down and kept me warm). After school every day I would feed him and talk to him about my day. He was my rock. We grew up together. I started doing horse shows , riding him in competitions. We did well! When I was about 14 Mom and Dad started falling further apart, My Big Brother was almost a stranger, My Big Sister was off with her friends. Cody was my best friend, my confidant, my life.
Since I was going to a school over an hours drive away, and me and my dad still worked long hours through the night after school when I was 16 I felt it was time to get Cody a companion to be with while I was in school. Her name was Libby. She was a little over a year old, and a Beautiful little girl. I had my work cut out for me though with her, you see she was abused and neglected. She was so starved she looked like she was 6 months old. She would never be any good for riding I found out later after I bought her, but she would be a good friend for Cody. I started training her to load in a trailer, and walk properly on her halter without being terrified. She did very well at everything she was taught, I even started her under saddle knowing I could never ride her like I so dreamed to.
At age 17 my parents decided it was time to get a divorce. That was pretty hard on me, they both wanted me on their side. Cody and Libby were the only two not trying to pull me away from who I was. I was in my Sr. year of High School and not doing very well. Living with my mom in the city closer to my school I rarely got to spend time with them. I never got to ride anymore, and my health showed it. No one noticed what was going on, No one really cared. They were all to busy leading their own affairs to notice. Only My Boyfriend noticed how hurt I was through the whole thing. I married him when I graduated, We moved to my Dads house where he was no longer living. I worked the horses and was much happier there, The horses were so much less stress then my family life, I could breath around them.
When I was 20 I got Pregnant and moved into our own home since my dad and his new wife decided they should move back into the farm house. Things were so tense , so uncomfortable I rarely went back. Its hard enough to work horses by yourself, but when you add a new born and a demanding nosy step mother its impossible. My horses were well fed on the open farm. All they needed was water, and they had each other. I was so Happy that they had each other.
Just last year my father thought it would be better for Cody to go to my aunt, Since she didnt have enough money to take them both, and I live on Base unable to take Libby with me, Libby sat alone for months without my knowledge. No one had told me they were separated, No one cared. Cody was always the stronger of the two, able to be independent from Libby. He now lives with my Aunt being ridden and cared for.
I was down in Texas for my Grandmothers Funeral in November '09, I went to see Libby only just now being told they had been separated after 3 months. I Found her laying down without the will to get back up. She was dieing of a broken heart. I tried everything I could think of to get her up and on her feet, but she refused to go on. Nothing could sway her, Her mind was made up, and her will had been broken. After hours of laying with her, and praying she would get up...
She died that night.
At least she wasnt alone anymore.


R.I.P. Libby You were very much loved and are very much missed.