Ladyhawke was an accidental rescue as were most. I had bought an Arabian mare that did not seem to work out at all for me. A beautiful horse, I sadly decided that I could not handle with children running around my home all of the time. When I returned this mare I was asked if I would like to see any others and I agreed to come back in a week. When I went back I looked at the horses he had in the field. The sight of one stole my heart. There was this sway backed emaciated quarter horse mare just standing all alone. I couldnt believe that a horse could even stand being that thin. A sad little skeleton with fur, She was around 20 years old, she had cuts all over her and her hoofs looked as if they hadn't been tended to for a year. I was told that she was an auction horse. In other words this poor thing was going to a horse slaughter house. I paid the man for her and an hour later she was at my home. Ladyhawke had the personality of a lapdog. As long as she could be near people she was in heaven. In no time we had her weight climbing. She would run through the field bucking and throwing her head around. This poor abused horse was finally happy again. She lived her life out at her final home, ten wonderful years and was buried right in her field. It will always be remembered as hers.