I got Arizona on my 5th birthday and he was 6 years old. I was sooo happy when I got him. I would ride him all the time before school, after school, weekends, all the time. I had my first show on him, we got first in show jumping.
He lived on my farm. Then one day I came home from school and my mom told me that he would not get out of his stall. I threw my stuff to the ground and ran to the barn. When I got there he was laying in his stall. I ran into his stall and tried to get him up, but he did not get up, so I gave up and just sat there crying, holding his head. My mom tried to get me to go inside, but I would not move, I loved him too much.
He did everything I told him to do, but now his life was slipping away. My mom called the vet to put him down. I would not let him in til I gave in and looked at Arizona and saw he was in pain and I had to let him go. That was the best thing for him as he layed there still so the vet could put him down. I cried, still holding his head.
Arizona 
