I bought Kratos as a baby
at only a year old. We bonded quickly. I was probably 10 years old and you
know how it is, you fall in love with the first horse you see. Kratos. He
Most kids my age were
riding bikes or playing with sidewalk chalk, but not me. I had a horse. I
was always out at the barn riding and taking lessons. We attended our first
show together when he was 2 years old. We took a second place in our halter
class. I was as happy as could be.
I continued taking lessons
and improving my riding. By age 13, Kratos and I began jumping. He loved
it and I felt like I was on top of the world on his back. We began competing
in local jumping shows, placing at every one. It was like a dream come true.
The perfect horse, a perfect life.
Then just this summer, Kratos
was hit by a car. The car was totaled but Kratos amazingly survived it. He
was on one med after another and he pulled through for me. I slept in the
barn with him every night praying that he make it through. It all paid
But Christmas Day, I walked
outside to see Kratos having trouble walking. His legs were swelled and he
wouldn't eat. I thought, well he got hit by a car and made it, he's gonna
pull through. Sadly, four days later, the swelling was moving to his chest.
He was suffering. He couldn't even walk anymore, he wouldn't make it through
the night. We had no choice. We had to put him down.
To this day I still do not
own another horse. He was my first. My life.
I love you, Kratos. I know
you are in a better place and I hope one day we will meet up again. I love