So today I emailed Grace's trainer from when she was still racing to ask her some questions about Grace. She didn't remember much about her, so she forwarded my email to her original owner/breeder. She sent me this email with her story. Sorry about the stars, they are just where towns and states were.
"Well, here is the story of "Stormy". She was born in ************** in the dead of a nasty winter. It was a very difficult foaling and we lost her mother and she was in very bad shape as well. The vets basically left the filly for dead - didn't give her any chance of making it through till the next morning. I'm a bit hard-headed about such things and fought to save the filly all night - when I spoke to the vets for additional help the next morning they were in shock that she was still alive. They came out and did transfusions and still gave her little chance of making it. I thought the filly wanted to live and for the next 15 days nursed that filly around the clock - she was tube fed for the first week and she was bottle fed for the next -and had to have help to even stand up ..... but she never told me she was ready to give up so we kept at it. I gave up on the vets but a pediatrician friend helped me ..... and at about the 15 day mark she could get up on her own and we had a break in the nasty northern ******** weather and got her outside in the sunshine for a bit - that seemed to really give her some boost. I had several other mares with foals at that time but none would accept her as a "2nd child" and no nurse mares are available in that area! About the time I was resigned to bottle feeding her till she was strong enough to get on a bucket - we had a maiden mare lose her foal ..... and unbelievably that mare took Stormy as her own!
She was a scawny and sickly little girl for the first couple months of life but always ms. Personality no matter what her circumstance ..... even at this point the vets felt that she would never be normal mentally - but every day she improved and by the time came to wean her she was a normal little (or not so little!) filly - spoiled rotten of course but normal physically and mentally. Till the day she left she would lay down and put her head into my lap if I went into the stall! It breaks my heart to know that she suffered any neglect.
When we gave up on her racing career - her heart was just not into it - I had sold her to a very nice couple in *********as a pet and a hunter. I was no longer riding hunters or dressage and so I thought in my heart that it was a good home where she would be well taken care of and loved - and happier doing a job like that ...... and I know she was for at least 5 years and then I lost track of them. How she made it to Maine I have no idea.
I thought they would basically have her forever ...... she had actually saved their neighbors house from burning down! She was out in her pasture and they were in their kitchen ...... and she came running up by the house pawing and hollering and carrying on .... then would run off in a circle and come back ..... and she did this for a few minutes and got more and more upset. This was not normal behavior for her so they went out to see what was the matter ...... and she went running over to the other side of the pasture - came back etc .... anyway, long story short she got them to follow her and they saw smoke coming from the neighbors and called the fire department - who arrived in time to save the house!!
How she came about the large scar on her hindquarters or on her face I don't know. The only injury that she had while I owned her would have been to her right forearm - she dumped her rider and ran off in her first race ..... ran off the track, hit the cement and fell. On the bright side she was not seriously hurt - and after that incident- ***** ****** Downs implemented a new safety fence between the track and the backside!
She was always a sweet filly - spirited but sweet, not a mean bone in her body. One quirk that I'm curious to know if she still has ..... is she the neatest horse you've ever had in a stall? She always piled all of her manure into one spot .... literally ..... as did her mother. I always thought it was an odd thing to be genetic since she never knew her dam! And ... I guess the other question is will she lay her head in your lap and sleep?
It is so cool that you are calling her Stormy - and I truly believe that she would remember that as her name - she would come when I called her as a foal! And you obviously know the meaning now behind her name Storm Survivor too!
Please give her a big hug and a carrot from me ...... and keep in touch on how she is doing. I will see if I can't find some old photos of her - I'm not sure where they are as we've moved several times but I will take a look!!"
Her registered name is Storm Survivor. How perfect?