An orphan colt whose mother died shortly after giving birth has a new mom – a mare that had tragically lost her foal – thanks to the generosity of strangers and Washington State University veterinarians playing matchmaker.
Pairing an orphan foal and a nursing mare is a challenging task and one that commonly ends with failure. In this case, the connection was instantaneous.
“The mare had only been without a foal for about 24 hours,” Dr. Lisbeth Matthews, an equine medicine and surgery intern, said. “We walked her into the Veterinary Teaching Hospital and past him. He made a noise, and she went, ‘oh, there’s my foal,’ and started making noises back at him.”
It was a surprise to everyone how quickly the mare, named Shelly but affectionally called Mama by her owners, Roy and Faye Lions, accepted the colt. Equine veterinarian Jenifer Gold, who was helping to care for the foal and to supervise its introduction to the mare, said nursing mares frequently reject orphan foals, and when they don’t, the pairing process often takes days.
“She walked in and started nickering at him like it was her own baby – it was unbelievable,” Gold said. “I’ve been doing this for 20 years, and I have never seen it happen that way.”
The foal, which has been named Laredo, was admitted to the teaching hospital by his owner, Spokane resident Rachel Williams, just days after he was born when he started showing troubling digestive issues. Shortly after the colt arrived in Pullman, Faye Lions placed a call to WSU to see if the equine team was aware of any orphan colts needing a nursing mare.
“Our foal was dead, and nothing was going to bring it back, so we were hoping we could help someone else,” Faye Lions said. “It just so happened there was a foal there.”
A day later, the colt and Shelly were introduced.
“For them to be so willing to basically hand over their animal to a complete stranger after experiencing their own tragedy was pretty phenomenal,” Williams said. “I feel like in this scenario it was the worst of the worst for everybody, but there was a little bit of silver lining to the story.”
Williams is also grateful for the care and treatment she and her foal received at WSU.
“I just can’t even find words to say how great the veterinarians at WSU were,” she said. “They went above and beyond. I am just happy I ended up at WSU. I am so glad we were able to match those two up – it is kind of a miracle.”
Shelly will live with Williams until the colt is ready to be weaned, likely in six months, before she will return to her home in Kamiah, Idaho.
“It will be tough to say goodbye because you just naturally start to bond with animals, and she has kind of been my lifesaver,” Williams said. “It will be bittersweet for sure, but I am sure her owners will be happy to have her back.”
During the spring, the equine team at WSU typically sees at least a handful of orphan foals. Equine medicine specialist Dr. Macarena Sanz said orphan foals can be fed a powdered milk formula designed for horses, but those raised by humans typically develop behavioral issues that can become problematic as the animal matures.
“They turn out to be socially weird, have no understanding of personal space, and they are more difficult to train,” WSU equine veterinarian Macarena Sanz said. “The fact that this orphan foal has a mare is really going to make a difference.”
Sanz strongly encourages owners to immediately call their veterinarian if a foal is orphaned, as early care is critical to the animal’s survival.
My Husband Invited His Girl Best Friend to a Family BBQ Unaware It Would Be the Last Straw for Me
My husband, Jack’s “like a sister” best friend, Megan, had been a constant presence in our marriage for years, and my patience with her had run out. Tensions boiled over at a family BBQ as long-hidden secrets came to light, leading to an explosive confrontation.
I loved Jack. God, I loved him — still do, if I’m being honest. After five years of marriage, things between us were solid and dependable… except for Megan.
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She was Jack’s best friend since childhood, his “sister in everything but blood,” or so he said. But it didn’t feel like that to me.
Megan was always there. On every vacation, every holiday, every family get-together, she’d insert herself into our lives with this smug little smile, as if she belonged more than I did. And every time I brought it up, Jack brushed it off.
“You’re just being insecure,” he’d say, his eyes rolling like I was the crazy one for feeling the way I did. “You don’t need to worry about Megan.”
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I remember the day I spoke to Jack’s mom, Nancy, about it. We were sitting on her front porch, drinking sweet tea in the sticky heat of summer. I loved Nancy; she had this way of making me feel like I wasn’t alone in all this.
“You need to set some boundaries, sweetie,” she said, her lips pursing. “Jack loves you, but that girl’s been in his life for a long time. You’ve gotta be firm.”
I nodded, though I didn’t know what those boundaries would even look like.
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Jack was too close with Megan, and every time I even hinted at the idea of setting limits, he’d dismiss me.
Of course, Rick, Jack’s father, wasn’t any help. He adored Megan like she was the daughter he never had.
“You’ve just got to accept it,” he’d say, with that patronizing smirk of his. “Megan’s always going to be part of this family. You need to get over your insecurities.”
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I hated him for saying that and acting like my feelings were some kind of joke. But what could I do? I loved Jack, loved our life together. So I swallowed the bitterness and carried on. Until I couldn’t anymore.
Two months ago, something shifted.
Jack started coming home late, saying he had more work to do and more responsibilities to shoulder at the office. But the real change? The phone.
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He was constantly on it — texting, checking, hiding it like it was something precious. My stomach turned every time I saw him tap out a message with that little smile on his face.
One night, when he was in the shower, I did it. I grabbed his phone. The minute I opened his messages, I found the true reason for his distance staring at me like a slap in the face.
The messages between him and Megan weren’t just friendly; they were intimate and flirtatious.
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“Can’t wait to see you again,” Megan had written, a winking emoji following her words. “Last night was incredible. Same time next week?”
Jack had responded almost immediately, “You bet. I’ll tell her I have to work late again. God, I miss you already.”
My heart pounded as I scrolled further, the bile rising in my throat.
“You know I’m yours, right?” he’d written in another text, his words sickeningly familiar, ones he’d used with me once.
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Megan’s reply had been just as nauseating: “I’ve always been yours, Jack. Just say the word, and I’m there.”
There were so many texts detailing their plans to meet up and sneak around. Their affair had been going on for months. My whole world cracked open right there in our bedroom, the proof of their affair burning into my brain.
I didn’t confront him. Not then. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure when I would be, but I knew it had to be the right moment — the moment when he couldn’t weasel out of it.
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So there I was, two months later, at the annual family BBQ, pretending everything was fine while I watched Megan laugh and chat with Jack like they weren’t tearing my life apart behind my back.
It was torture, but I held it together for the kids and the sake of appearances.
Dinner was worse. We all sat around the table, passing bowls of potato salad and ribs, and Rick, with his usual arrogance, made the comment that broke me.
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“Megan’s always going to be a special part of our family,” he said, raising his glass to her. “It’s a pity some people just can’t get over their insecurities.”
That smirk. That damn smirk. It was like he was daring me to say something. My hands trembled as I placed my fork down, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else.
This was it. I stood, my chair scraping the ground, and every eye at the table turned to me.
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“You know what, Rick?” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “I might get over it if she wasn’t sleeping with my husband.”
Silence. The kind of silence that sucks all the air out of the room. Jack dropped his fork, his face going pale. Megan’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t say a word.
Nancy reacted first. She stood, eyes blazing, and pointed a shaking finger at Jack.
“How could you do this to her?!” she shouted, her voice thick with fury. “How could you betray your wife and family?”
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Jack stammered, looking between me and his mother like a trapped animal. “It’s not. It wasn’t—”
“Okay, everyone needs to settle down,” Rick said. “Affairs happen sometimes, but you just need to move past it—”
But Nancy wasn’t finished. She turned to Rick, her lip curling in disgust.
“Move past it, huh?” She paused, her next words loaded with a bombshell of their own. “I don’t think so, not when I know that you’ve been having an affair with Megan, too.”
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Megan’s face drained of color. For a moment, I thought she might actually pass out. The entire table stared in disbelief as the weight of Nancy’s words sank in like a stone.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jack asked, his voice trembling as he looked from Nancy to Megan.
Nancy laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’ve known for a while now, Jack. Rick and Megan, running around behind my back, behind all of our backs. I stayed quiet because I didn’t want to lose everything. But now? I’m done.”
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She shook her head, wiping a tear that slipped down her cheek.
Rick had the nerve to act surprised, but I saw the guilt flicker in his eyes. “Nancy, sweetheart, it was a mistake—”
“Mistake?” Nancy cut him off, her voice icy. “Don’t you dare try to downplay this. You’ve been cheating on me for God knows how long, and now you’ve lost me. You’ve lost everything. And you!” She pointed at Megan. “Well, you really like to keep it in the family, don’t you?”
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The next few days were a blur. Nancy kicked Rick out of the house and filed for divorce. She told me she didn’t care about the money anymore. After years of being afraid, she was finally free.
As for me, I packed my things. I didn’t cry when I left. Jack stood in the doorway, his voice cracking as he begged me to forgive him, to stay for the kids. His hands were outstretched, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
The damage was too deep. Megan had destroyed my marriage, and Jack had let her. So I destroyed her.
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I sat down at the kitchen table that night, hands shaking with fury as I typed out the post that would expose her for who she really was:
I’ve kept quiet for too long, but no more. Megan, the woman who’s pretended to be part of our family for years, has been having an affair with my husband, Jack. She’s betrayed not just me but everyone who ever trusted her.
This is the same woman who cozied up to my kids, smiled at our family BBQs, and acted like she belonged. Well, here’s the truth—she’s been sneaking around with my husband AND his father for months. Don’t let her fool you; she’s not who she pretends to be.
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It was brutal, but it was the truth. The post spread like wildfire, and soon, everyone knew what she’d done.
Megan, well, she wasn’t welcome anywhere anymore. Rick, who had once been her biggest defender, realized she had played him too.
She lost her job, her reputation, and any respect she once had in the community. I made sure of that. I exposed her lies for everyone to see, and now she had nothing.
I didn’t feel sorry for her. Not one bit.
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