MISS LIBBY
She Was Bred for Glory, Used for Gain, and Nearly Killed for Pounds. Now She’s Asking to Be Seen for Who She Is.

When you stand beside Miss Libby, something shifts. She doesn’t come barreling toward you. She doesn’t beg for attention. She waits—watching, listening, hoping. And if you’re still enough, gentle enough, she’ll take a step forward. Ears tilted. Eyes soft. A breath so deep it feels like it pulls you into her story.

Libby is only fifteen years of age. Curious. But reticent. Quiet. But suspicious. Still letting go of the trauma she suffered. Affectionate in the way that means more—because it’s earned. She loves to be brushed along her shoulders. She leans her head gently into your chest like she’s syncing her heartbeat with yours. And when she does, it feels like she’s asking, “Do you see me now?”

Since arriving at Unbridled, Miss Libby has gained over 300 pounds—body and spirit. What was once sunken and trembling is now soft, strong, open. She’s bonded deeply with her best friend Speedy. They graze shoulder to shoulder, nap together in the sun, and when one walks, the other follows.

But to understand how far Libby has come, you need to know where she’s been.

She was born in 2009—bred for business, not for bond. Her parents were chosen for bloodlines and sale price. By the time she was two, she’d been auctioned three times for over $63,000. Her future was never hers.

Then came the races. Forty of them. Four different trainers. Belmont. Aqueduct. Saratoga. She ran until her body wore down, earning just over $66,000—not much by industry standards, but enough to justify her being used.

When the money slowed, they stopped caring.

She was sent back to her breeder—not for retirement, but for breeding. She delivered three foals, then was sold off to West Virginia for one more. Her final foal, Angela’s Romeo, still races today. He’s earned over $71,000.

Libby earned nothing. Not even a place to rest.

In December 2023, she landed in a kill pen. A filthy halter hung over her ear. A yellow livestock tag was ziptied to its cheek ring. Her coat was dull, her bones sharp beneath her skin. She was starved, confused, trembling. Waiting for something—anything—to make sense.

She didn’t cry out. She didn’t fight. She simply waited. For someone to remember her name.

And then, on Christmas Eve, someone did.

Unbridled launched an emergency rescue. Her bail was paid. A trailer came. And Libby—barely standing—stepped forward. Not because she trusted, but because she had nothing left to lose.

Her journey to healing began in quarantine, where she received the hoof care she’d been denied for months, nourishment her body had long been starved of, essential supplements, vaccines, and the basics she'd never truly known—everything she needed to begin again.

When she arrived at Unbridled, she was hesitant about everything. She flinched at every sound, her body braced for pain. So we didn’t rush. We gave her space. We gave her time. We gave her a stall of her own—and we gave her Speedy.

Speedy, too, was born in 2009,  just two weeks after Libby at the same farm — McMahon Thoroughbreds in Saratoga Springs. Both of their mothers’ names begin with the letter V. It’s likely they shared a paddock as babies, before the system ripped their lives apart.

And now, they’ve found each other again. This time, forever.

And slowly, Miss Libby began to believe again. Now, she greets you at the gate. She leans into your touch. She’s healing. Still youthfully sassy. Still a little questioning -- but no longer afraid.

She’s not a cautionary tale. She’s a call to action -- because she did everything right. She ran. She bred. She obeyed. And still, she was discarded like garbage.

Miss Libby is home now—forevermore—at Unbridled. But it may take her years to fully believe that she’s truly safe.

When you sponsor Miss Libby, you’re not just giving support. You’re showing up. You’re giving her something she’s never had: recognition.

You’re telling her:
You matter. Not for what you did, but for who you are.

Your sponsorship is connection. It’s belonging. It’s being the one person who gives her what no one ever did—a place in a heart, not just a ledger.

Sponsor Miss Libby today. let her feel, every single day, that she is—and always has been—worthy of love.

Your sponsorship tells her, without question, that she will never, ever, be discarded again.

​​Registered Name: Miss Libby

Born in New York on March 8, 2009

Sired by Desert Warrior Out of Via Mizner by Forty Niner