I was going
to write about some of the special animals in my life but as I reread my blog I
find that I have written about most of them. From the time I can remember, I
have always loved animals and I soon began to bring home strays, orphans and
just about anything I could find. The first animal that I truly loved was a new
born lamb that my mom brought home because the mother had died and it needed to
be bottle-fed. I was around five years old. When I was a tween I got my first
real horse: I had had horses my whole life but never one that was just mine.
His name was Jiggs, he was a barrel-racer and I had called about an advert I
saw in the paper. I thought that the girl said he was for sale for a hundred
dollars. I went to see him and fell in love but it turned out she said four
hundred dollars and I didn’t have that much. After many offers, all to stables,
she decided that she would rather that he had a loving home with me than to be
ridden by hundreds of people so she sold him to me. I had no tack or money to buy
any so that is how I started to ride bareback and with just a halter and that
is the way I have ridden since then. Jiggs was my friend that I could confide
in and my transport. At that difficult age, where peer pressure and fitting-in
are so important, I think my horse saved me a lot of tears and kept me out of
trouble because he was more important to me than anything else. I kept Jiggs
all through university then finally gave him to a little girl that loved him
the way I did.
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| Oli |
When I
moved to Spain I started collecting animals again.
I was living in a house with my two girls on some land on the hill above the
pueblo. I bought a horse that I couldn’t afford, on a payment plan, and she
came with a three week old foal that remained my foal well into her twenties.
Whenever people would see her they would say “that is Barbara’s foal” even when
she was close to twenty. The mare, Oli, would extend on command until her belly
almost touched the ground so that I could get on. I thought that she would be
great for the kids since she was older and that I would train the foal for
myself. It turned out that even though she was older she had quite a strong
character but she learned to love us and became a great horse. One day, I saw a
shepherd pass my office and went out to talk to him and came home with two
lambs and then to add to the gang, I bought a seven day old calf. I have
written about all of these animals individually on this blog. The sheep,
Negrita, the calf, Petite Suisse, and the foal, Casi, grew up together in the
baby area which basically meant running free around the farm. They remained
fast friends into their old age.
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| Me with Casi |
I used to
go to the old mill nearby to buy feed and that is where I started to learn
Spanish, with Juan Sanchez, the miller and baker in a nearby town. We became
great friends and every time I went I would come home with a duck or a rabbit
or a dove and so my farm grew. I eventually opened my farm up to the school-children
so that they could learn about farm animals since they now all lived in
apartments and didn’t know much about animals and where food, milk, eggs and
wool came from. I went to a Feria de Bestia – an animal fair - with some old
Gypsy friends and bought an old mule and started Mojácar’s first donkey taxi.
It was my first job here and I loved it plus the kids and I would take the mule
down to the fountain to wash our clothes and hair and bring home water. It was
a great social event and a good place to meet people and find out what was
going on in town since no one in those days had phones.
I had a
dream one night that I had a center for Animal Assisted Therapy, training
animals for all types of disabilities and with the help of my husband and
children, made it a reality. We ended up with twelve horses, four donkeys,
pigs, sheep, boar, ducks, turkeys etc. Because I had a zoo license by then I
was brought things like eagles and owls and other animals that were found
injured or abandoned. ÁNIMO was born. We were soon running a center with over
forty physically disabled children and a petting zoo. Qualified volunteers
started showing up having worked in the field of therapeutic riding in their
home countries like, England, Germany, Hong Kong and with them they brought a wealth
of information and ideas. For fifteen years Ánimo functioned every day of the
week and was free to all of the children. Even the doctor, nurse, psychologist
and the physiotherapists all donated their time and my husband plus some necessary
fund-raising paid for the upkeep of the animals.
Now comes
the hard part. I got ill and we were running out of money so I had to start to
find homes for all of my animals because I was unable to care for them
physically and financially. Do you know how hard it is to find a good home for
a 200 kilo friendly boar where they don’t want to eat him and just keep him as
a pet? I finally gave Theodore, the boar, to a farmer who used him as a stud
for his pigs so he could get better meat. It wasn’t perfect but it was the best
I could. It took two years to find suitable homes for my large menagerie. For
me this was almost harder than facing the fact that I had to have many
operations, spend years in hospitals, be left permanently disfigured and to
have an incurable disease that no one knew or knows how to treat.
Now comes
the happy part again. After eight years of hell and antisocial behaviour I
started to ride again, and then I met a wonderful woman called Loli who started
working with me on finding a therapy that would help my illness. Since then I
haven’t looked back and am again strong enough to work with the children in
therapeutic riding, I have started Ánimo again but this time with a new board
of directors and at Loli’s riding center in Los Partidores, just on the edge of
Almería. She also has a farm school, so I don’t have to have the problems of
all of the paper work or preparation of all of the animals; I just volunteer.
To make the whole thing perfect, I was donated the horse of my dreams, a
Friesian mare that I fell in love with but was unable to buy. My mare, Frisona,
now called just Sona, makes every day special and together we are learning and
making each other happy and I am able to lead a fairly normal life. I don’t
worry about how I look any more and I am happy with who I am and what I have.
My husband has been through hell and back staying by my side through all of
this and kept me positive and feeling loved.
Since the
fire in Bédar over the weekend, I started to remember a terrible fire we had three
years ago. I sometimes get the feeling that maybe this strange disease helped
to save all of these animals I loved so much, because there is no way I could
have saved them, the fire was just too fast. It also has changed the way I live
my life, I may have problems, which I do, ones that would make most people
quit, but I try to live every day to its fullest and not keep wishing I had
something else or was somewhere else.
The best thing about animals is that they have no prejudice, they don’t
care what you look like or how you dress - they just want to be loved, cared
for and respected and they will give the love back ten-fold.
