On June, 13, 2003, I was
on my way to the Animal Shelter to find the perfect horse. They had many
different horses. Most of them in top condition. But the one that really
caught my eye was a black, skinny mare who's name tag was "NALA". The minute
I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was mine. So, after signing a few papers,
I loaded her up into the trailer and brought her home.
She was an oldie and I only
spent 4 years with her. But I loved her to bits! She was too weak to be ridden,
but she must of been some horse when she was younger. Her head was always
up high, she loved to prance, but she could only do this when she was ready
to. I lunged her. I fed her. I groomed her. If she was sick or nervous, sometimes
I even slept outside her stall door! We were BFF's!
But, then it happened.
She started freaking out at everything and walked into the wall of the stall!
I knew, without looking, she was blind. Now, I couldn't bear to watch her
suffer from walking into walls and all. So I knew she had to die. I called
the vet the next day and she came over because she didn't have to have another
appointment for 4 hours.
I gave my mare one last
final hug and kiss, cut off a piece of her mane, and nodded. The vet gave
her a shot and it was over. I would never forget her. She was such a sweetheart.
And that night, after all of it, I cleaned her stall, put down my sleeping
bag, and fell asleep crying. But that night I had a dream. In my dream, I
saw a beautiful black horse, strong, and powerful, running across the yard.
And I probably smiled in my sleep because of that. Then I woke up and I could
have sworn I saw her in the stall, laying beside me, then disappeared. I
knew it was her. I knew she will always be my horse. And I love