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The horse Susan Richards chose for rescue wouldn’t be corralled into her waiting trailer. Instead Lay Me Down, a former racehorse with a foal close on her heels, walked right up that ramp and into Susan’s life. This gentle creature—malnourished, plagued by pneumonia and an eye infection—had endured a rough road, but somehow her heart was still open and generous. It seemed fated that she would come into Susan’s paddock and teach her how to embrace the joys of life despite the ...

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Chosen by a Horse: a memoir

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Overview

The horse Susan Richards chose for rescue wouldn’t be corralled into her waiting trailer. Instead Lay Me Down, a former racehorse with a foal close on her heels, walked right up that ramp and into Susan’s life. This gentle creature—malnourished, plagued by pneumonia and an eye infection—had endured a rough road, but somehow her heart was still open and generous. It seemed fated that she would come into Susan’s paddock and teach her how to embrace the joys of life despite the dangers of living.

An elegant and often heartbreaking tale filled with animal characters as complicated and lively as their human counterparts, this is an inspiring story of courage and hope and the ways in which all love—even an animal’s—has the power to heal.

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The special bond between women and horses has a long history. In affluent suburbs and rural communities, the sight of a young girl whose feet don't quite reach the stirrups perched on a beloved pony is hardly unusual. Chosen by a Horse reveals one of these special relationships -- that of a damaged woman in midlife and her charge, a critically ill former racehorse named Lay Me Down.

Caring for Lay Me Down, a Standardbred mare, was no picnic. Not because of her temperament, which, much like the prayer her name calls to mind, was fairly docile. But her ill health required frequent visits from the vet, special feedings, and lodging sequestered from Richards' other, healthy horses. And the mare arrived with a companion; at her side was a one-month-old foal, a wobbly little creature, not quite as sick as her mom but a kicking, bucking, handful all the same.

Richards' early life of privilege had its advantages, but a lack of emotional nurture left her susceptible to the usual vices -- too much alcohol and relationships with men who didn't have much to offer. Licking her wounds after a particularly bad divorce, Richards loses herself in the discipline required of a horsewoman; the therapy that's most healing isn't the physical kind, but the patience and sensitivity she's shown by an animal who has known little love at all. (Fall 2006 Selection)
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PRAISE FOR CHOSEN BY A HORSE

"This is an inspirational story of what family means, and what the loss of one can do to us, and for us."—THE BOSTON GLOBE

"Two kindred spirits find each other in this beautifully written memoir about the human-animal bond."—TEMPLE GRANDIN

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The horse was Lay Me Down, a tall, scrawny, sick (with pneumonia), abused standardbred mare, with a hostile foal at her heels and a wheezing sigh. The human was middle-aged, also abused (both as a child and in a bad marriage), an AA veteran and the owner of three Morgan horses in upstate New York. The Morgan mare, Georgia, was furious about the new intruder, although, Richards writes, "I blamed myself for creating a monster, a monster named Georgia. All these years of spoiling her, of never allowing anyone else to ride her, of letting her boss me around...." Richards's first book is an engaging, honest and low-key memoir of her love affair with the sweet-natured Lay Me Down and her almost love affair with a fellow named Hank, with many digressions into horse lore as well as life lore. Charming and sensitive descriptions of fiery Georgia; the gallant, lovable old gelding, Hotshot; loyal friend and "horsewoman extraordinaire" Allie; and daily life with animals intersperse with the trials of dating and buying underwear. The end of neither affair is happy, but this is a bracing and likable book, highly recommended for backyard horsewomen and their admirers. (June) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Psychotherapist and animal lover Richards (writing, Marist Coll., Poughkeepsie, NY) eloquently and movingly recounts her relationship with a horse. Hers is the story of how a removed, emotionally damaged person and an abused animal form a bond that is a godsend for both parties. The author, who normally avoids sick and dying animals and humans alike, agrees to rescue an ailing mare named Lay Me Down and nurses her back to health while marveling at how trusting, kind, and gentle she is despite having been neglected and abused by a former owner. Sadly, the mare develops cancer and eventually has to be euthanized. Though this death is heart-wrenching for Richards, her relationship with the mare has helped her regain the will to reconnect with people and to make important changes in her life. Patrons who like Lauren Hillenbrand (Seabiscuit: An American Legend), Jane Smiley (Horse Heaven), and Susan Nusser (In Service to the Horse: Chronicles of a Labor of Love) will love this book as well. Highly recommended for all public libraries.-Patsy Gray, Huntsville P.L., AL Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
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.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780156031172
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 6/4/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 118,096
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

SUSAN RICHARDS has a B.A. in English from the University of Colorado and a master’s degree in social work from Adelphi University. She lives with her husband Dennis Stock and their beloved gang of four dogs and one Siamese cat.

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IT WAS A cold March day and the horse paddock at the SPCA was full of mud. I stood shivering at the fence in the drizzle as my breath billowed gray mist over the top rail. In my hurry to get there I’d left the house without a hat or gloves, grabbing only a windbreaker from its hook above the basement stairs on my way to the garage.
 If I had stopped to think, I would have responded as I usually did when hearing a plea for help for animals sick and suffering at the hands of humans: I might have done nothing, or I might have sent a check. But this time when my friend Judy called to tell me the SPCA had just confiscated forty abused horses from a Standardbred farm and needed help housing them, I ran for my jacket and jumped in the car.
 I don’t know why this time was different, why in an instant I chose to do something I’d previously avoided. I was not accustomed to going to the rescue. Mine was never the face friends saw smiling over them as they woke up in the hospital after surgery. I wasn’t the one they called to drive them to get their stitches out or to pick up the results of lab tests or X-rays or anything medical. I had a horror of sickness, my own or anyone else’s.
 With such an aversion to illness, why was I standing at the fence watching twenty emaciated broodmares with their foals stumble in the mud? Why did I answer that call? Perhaps it was just a knee-jerk reaction to a deep and abiding love of horses, a love passed down to me by my grandmother, a formidable, sometimes cruel woman who had become my guardian when I was five. As always, I cringed when I remembered my grandmother, and at the same time I envied her a now-vanished world full of ocean liners, Pullman cars, and best of all, horses. When I was growing up, there were still carriages and odd bits of harness in the stable at her home in South Carolina, lovely old carriages that hadn’t been driven in thirty years. I’d look at them and feel cheated that I hadn’t lived in a time when horsepower provided the only means of transportation.
 In my grandmother’s attic was a trunk full of riding clothes, hers and her mother’s: brown leather field boots that laced up the front, handmade in England; wool tweed riding jackets with leather buttons and small tailored waists; linen breeches with leather leg patches; and wide-hipped jodhpurs with fitted calves.
 There was also a coachman’s heavy wool livery with silver buttons engraved with an H for Hartshorne, my grandmother’s maiden name and my middle name.When I was six or seven I’d go through the contents of this trunk, carefully lifting out the brittle fabrics with the frayed edges and the disintegrating linings, and once, one of the coach-man’s buttons came off in my hand. I turned it over and on the back it said Superior Quality.

 I put the button in my pocket, and thirty-five years later it hung on the bulletin board above my desk at home. It’s small and round and evokes more images than a feature-length film. One touch and I’m tugged into a world full of horses and carriages circa 1900: traffic jams of horses, horses broken down, horses parked at the curb, horses eating lunch, horses whose coats shine like the waxed paneling of the Knickerbocker Club on Fifth Avenue, and horses as shaggy as schnauzers. A perpetual horse show: every day, everywhere, all the time.
 It was my grandmother who had given me my first horse when I was five.
 “Her name is Bunty,” my grandmother proclaimed, handing me the lead line as she herself marched out of the pasture, leaving me alone with my new pony.
 Standing at the other end of the lead, I squinted up at a fat white body slung between two sets of shaggy legs with a tail that swept the ground at one end and dark narrowed eyes under thick lashes at the other. It was like leaving me alone with a chain saw. I knew I was in mortal danger, but I was holding a horse. My horse.The best thing that had ever happened to me. I wish I could say I was a natural from the start.That I hoisted myself onto her back and, with a willow twig for a crop, went for a wild gallop around the field. But the truth is, I had no idea what to do. I stood trembling in my pink sundress, staring at the pretty pony until she lunged forward and removed some of the baby fat packed around my upper arm.
 It never got much better than that, not with Bunty. I loved her anyway: blindly, doggedly, through years of her biting, kicking, and embarrassing me in horse shows by sitting down and refusing to enter the show ring, or refusing to leave it. Occasionally her foul mood lifted and she was a pleasure to ride, but most of the time she brought me to tears. At ten I was given a Morgan gelding named Alert and was shocked to discover that a horse could be gentle and affectionate. I hadn’t realized what a hostage I’d been and, beginning with Alert, developed a lifelong love of Morgans.
 Now when I walked into my barn, I walked into timelessness: the coachman’s button evoking the distant past, my childhood, the present—all merged into one panorama of horses. I already owned three horses, and the time I spent with them wrapped around my day like brackets, the same beginning and ending no matter what happened in the middle. I worried, since turning forty, since I’d developed a bad back.What if I got too weak to take care of my three horses, a mare and two geldings? What if I got too stiff, what if I got too old? My next-door neighbor, Henry, had owned twenty-five dairy cows. He loved every single one like a daughter. Sometime in his late seventies he got old.Arthri-tis twisted his fingers, and emphysema stole his breath. For a year he crawled on his hands and knees from cow to cow to get the milking done. He hid his face behind his swollen hands and wept the day the big cattle trailer came to take away his herd. From time to time I had feared that something similar might happen to me. And yet, I stood, waiting to take on the care of yet another horse, one in desperate need of a home.
 A man stood beside me at the fence, an SPCA volunteer named Ted, who had helped confiscate these horses. After I’d signed the necessary papers, agreeing to foster a mare, he’d come outside with me to help find and then herd her into the trailer for the drive to my farm.Ted was hatless and coatless, in blue jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, splattered with mud from his leather work boots to his unshaven chin. His brown ponytail hung dark and wet, coiled between his shoulder blades. Ted wiped at the raindrops gathering on his wire-rimmed glasses, smearing wet lines across thick bifocals. He wore a small gold stud in one ear and when I moved closer to look at the list he had pulled from his back pocket, I smelled nicotine. He traced a thick, nail-bitten index finger down the computer printout and stopped at number ten.  
 “Here she is.” He tapped the paper. “Current Squeeze.”
 It was a strange way to acquire a horse, sight unseen, by choosing an appealing name off a Seized Merchandise list from the Ulster County Sheriff’s Department.The entire situation was strange. I knew nothing about Standardbreds beyond the fact that they were long-bodied, harness-racing horses, sometimes called trotters because they raced at a trot. I wouldn’t have known what to look for beyond general good health and a pleasant temperament, neither of which was relevant in this situation. The closest I’d ever come to a Standardbred had been the occasional high-speed glimpse of a brown face looking out the window of a horse trailer as it sped down the thruway on its way to the track with one of the graceful-looking racing carriages called a sulky strapped to the top.

Copyright © 2006 by Susan Richards

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  • Posted July 25, 2011

    Chosen by a Horse is a must have!!

    I could not put this book down. It is written beautifully. I recommend it to horse lovers and non-horse lovers. I'm now reading Chosen Forever.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2013

    I love this book.

    I have loved horses for as long as I can remember. Having one was never an option unless I would have boarded it somewhere, which would have left somone else taking care of it. I so understand Susan. Unless someone has been repeatedly hurt by people they have no idea how loving animals so completely is their way of life are how much animals teach one how to begin to love and trust people. I was there my whole life. There have been many kinds of animals over the years. Just never got a real horse instead of the imaginary one I would ride everywhere as a child. Like Susan alcohol was present in my life and lost many people because of it. I'm now a senior...to late to have a horse, but I have friends now who do and are only to glad to share. I have always felt God out did Its-self when the horse was created. They take my breath away. I feel close to Susan because of this story and wish I could spend time with her.

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  • Posted March 5, 2011

    This book changed my life!

    I love this book! It truly made me look at my life and be honest with myself about what I wanted. I was a lot like Susan, terrified of relationships, but hearing her story and understanding her bond made me look at my life a lot closer. Like Susan, I was able to have an amazing realtionship with a horse named Marley. I definately recommend this for anyone struggling with relationships, but also anyone who loves horses and understands or wants to understand the amazing bond between human and horse! I cant wait to read the next two books!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 31, 2011

    A Must Read for Animal Lovers

    I thoroughly enjoyed this book about the special relationship between a woman and a horse who captured her heart. The story is proof that animals can be good for the soul. I wanted to read the book quickly but didn't want it to end. Now I'm looking forward to reading "Chosen Forever."

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2009

    poorly written, and a bit preposterous.

    I thought this story was disappointing. I couldn't relate to the woman
    at all. It's one thing to love animals and quite another to be obsessed
    with them.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2007

    So many lessons to learn from horses

    I loved this book so much! I laughed, cried, and thought so many deep thoughts while reading this beautifully written memoir. We make life's simple lessons so complicated. Leave it to the animals to teach us about humanity!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 30, 2014

    An astonishingly beautiful memoir of the love of the shared betw

    An astonishingly beautiful memoir of the love of the shared between a woman and her horse - of love and loss.  How the gentle love of the magnificent heart of a horse can change us and turn us into something better than we had ever imagined. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2014

    Horse

    Well im a horse person

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  • Posted June 27, 2012

    This book was well written and heart touching. I highly recomme

    This book was well written and heart touching. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2012

    Best book ever

    The book made me laugh and cry i love horses and susan richards is amazing u must read saddled by her

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2012

    To both two posts below mine

    Theres probaly horses somewhere in the story.~Violaclaw and Clarinettail (I play viola and clarinet. I also love horses, foxes, and wolves. But I love all animals.)

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2012

    Is it about horses or Christmad?

    ???????????

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2012

    Horses?

    What does this have to do with horses???

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2012

    Wonderful book for horse lovers!

    Very good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2012

    Awesome

    An amazing book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2012

    Excellent read!

    This one gripped my attention from the very beginning to the last word...... must be the horse lover in me!:)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2012

    Great book

    I think this is he bes book inbthe world.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2012

    Great Read!

    I could not put this book down! It will make you laugh and cry! I love horses which helped me to relate to Susan Richards, but I lent this book to my sister who is not a horse person and she also loved it! Must Read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2011

    Touching & moving

    Loved this book (and Richards other book, Saddled). Great author, wonderfully written. Amazing how when we rescue an animal we end up being the ones saved!

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  • Posted August 26, 2011

    Hello

    I like it

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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