My horse used to neigh sweetly and press her enormous ear against my tummy during my pregnancy, but one day she hit me hard with her snout, and I subsequently learned something awful 
My husband and I had our own farm where we raised pigs, sheep, chickens, cows, and veggies.
Our mare, however, was our greatest asset; she was faithful, smart, and noble. She was a close friend, practically a family member, in addition to being a farm aid.
The world went completely different when I learned that I was expecting a son. I started noticing that the mare was acting strangely.
As though she were listening, she would approach and place her large ear against my abdomen. She occasionally caressed me tenderly with her muzzle and neighed softly, like though she were giggling with delight.
She seemed to be more knowledgeable about the infant than I was. She remained at my side over the entire seven months of my pregnancy, keeping an eye on me, protecting me, and never abandoning me.
However, everything changed one day. Abruptly, the mare grew agitated and hostile. She gently but unpleasantly pressed her muzzle against my stomach. I took a step back in fear and yelled:
— “Sorry! What are you doing?
However, she continued. Her jaws and muzzle repeatedly grabbed for my stomach, as though she were frantically attempting to communicate with me. She bit me at last, softly but enough to cause me to gasp in terror.
I shuddered. I had the terrible first thought, “Something has happened to the baby. He has been harmed by the mare.
My spouse and I hurried to the hospital in a panic. The physicians started doing examinations right away. And everyone was astonished by what they found.
As it happened, our son was growing up with a serious cardiac condition. This had gone unnoticed in earlier examinations, and nobody had suspected that the situation was serious.
But the baby’s condition started to rapidly deteriorate at that very moment, just a few weeks before the birth. Tragic outcomes would have resulted if we hadn’t arrived in time.
The doctor remarked, “It’s a miracle you came today.” “We have to save the baby now.”
Then I thought of the mare. Her odd conduct, her frantic efforts to capture my interest… Even the physicians couldn’t see what she had sensed.
We were able to save our baby’s life after a number of stressful days, examinations, and therapies. My trusty mare was the first person I went to when I got home.
She appeared to be waiting for me as she stood silently with her head down. I put my cheek on her warm coat and gave her a neck hug:
— “I’m grateful, girl. My son was saved by you.
As though sensing that the worst was already over, the mare neighed quietly and pressed her ear to my tummy once more, this time with gentleness and tenderness.
