Emily had always dreamed of living in the countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. After marrying Jack, they moved into a cosy old house on the outskirts of a small village surrounded by hills, fields and forests. They started a small farm — a few chickens, a couple of goats and, most importantly for Emily, a horse named Luna.
Luna was not just an animal. She was a true friend. Smart, sensitive and incredibly attached to her owner, she could literally sense her mood. When Emily became pregnant, Luna became like her shadow — she never left her side, constantly pressing herself against her belly, as if she could hear the little heart beating inside.
But everything changed a few weeks before the expected date of birth.
It happened on one of those warm autumn evenings. Emily went out into the field to visit Luna and get some fresh air. The sun was setting, the air was quiet and clear.
And suddenly — a sharp pain. She doubled over, clutching the fence. This was no ordinary discomfort — these were contractions. Too early. And too sudden.
Her phone was at home. Jack was away on business for a few days. The nearest neighbours were almost a kilometre away. And Emily couldn’t walk anymore.
She sank to her knees in the grass, trying to catch her breath. Panic tightened her chest. Luna came over almost immediately. She was clearly alarmed. She stood there for a few seconds, then… turned abruptly and trotted away.
About ten minutes passed. Emily was about to lose consciousness when she suddenly heard a familiar snort. Luna had returned. She was holding… the phone in her teeth.
How did she find it? How did she grab it? It was impossible to say. But the phone was working. It was a little scratched, but intact.
With trembling hands, Emily called the emergency services. She explained where she was and what was happening. The dispatcher told her to stay calm — help was already on its way.
While she was lying on the ground, Luna didn’t leave her side. She lay down next to her, covering her with her body, as if she understood that she couldn’t leave her mistress alone. Time dragged on slowly. The pain grew stronger.
When the ambulance arrived, the rescuers were shocked: a large horse was lying next to a pregnant woman, not letting anyone approach until Emily herself whispered: ‘It’s okay, girl… They’re family.’
At the hospital, Emily gave birth to a healthy, albeit slightly premature, baby girl. They named her Hope.
When Jack returned, the first thing he did was go to Luna. He hugged her neck and cried. Since then, Luna has become a local legend — the horse that saved two lives.
Every year, Emily tells this story to her daughter: ‘You were born because one horse did the impossible — she saved us.’
