We had our own farm where my husband and I grew vegetables and fruits, and also kept cows, chickens, pigs, and sheep.
But our horse was a special treasure — intelligent, noble, and loyal. He became not only a helper on the farm but a true friend, a real member of the family.
When I found out I was pregnant and expecting a boy, the whole world around me changed. I began to notice that the horse behaved differently.
He would reach out to me, press his enormous ear against my belly as if listening. Sometimes he would softly neigh, as if laughing with joy, and gently touch me with his muzzle.
It seemed as though he knew more about the baby than I did. During all seven months of my pregnancy, he was always by my side — protecting me, watching my every move, and never leaving me for a moment.
But one day, everything changed. The horse suddenly became restless and aggressive. He hit my belly with his muzzle — not hard, but painfully. I stepped back and shouted,
“Ouch! What are you doing?”
But he didn’t stop. His muzzle and teeth kept reaching for my stomach, as if he was trying to tell me something. And finally, he bit me — gently, but firmly enough to make me lose my breath in fear.
I was terrified. My first thought was horrifying: “Something’s happened to the baby… The horse hurt him.”
My husband and I panicked and rushed to the hospital. The doctors immediately began examining me. And what they discovered shocked everyone. Continuation — in the first comment.

It turned out that my horse had sensed that something was wrong with the baby. The heartbeat had stopped, and it seemed as though he understood that my child was in danger.

But thanks to his “warning,” the doctors managed to save my life just in time — the infection had already begun to spread throughout my body. If we had been even a little later, the consequences could have been fatal.

“It’s a miracle you came in time,” said the doctor. “The baby didn’t survive, but your life was saved.”

And that moment, I burst into tears. His strange behavior, his anxious snorts, his insistence on getting close to me… He felt something the doctors couldn’t have known yet.

After weeks of recovery, tests, and surgeries, I was finally allowed to return home. I went straight to the stable, and there he was — my faithful horse.

He approached slowly, lowered his head, and looked into my eyes. I hugged his neck and whispered:
“Thank you, my friend. You saved my life.”

The horse neighed softly and pressed his face to my shoulder, but this time the touch was gentle and warm — as if he knew the pain I was carrying and wanted to say that everything was going to be alright.

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