The floodwaters kept rising, but she refused to abandon the frightened young filly.

A Horse Left Behind
Inside, the air smelled of wet hay and rising panic.

Most of the horses had already been moved earlier that evening when the storm started getting worse.

But near the back of the barn, one stall door still stood open.

And inside it stood a young filly.

The small chestnut horse couldn’t have been more than a year old. Rain had soaked her coat flat against her body, and her sides trembled as floodwater swirled around her legs.