Horsey

The day I was born, I was given a horse. My first new toy and best friend of course. I didn't know then, but Horsey was his name. He followed me everywhere, we were two in the same. He helped me through rough times, and he wen through a few himself. Like losing a tail, and a leg, and well, his over all health. But that was no match for my mothers sewing machine. Lets just say in the end, he was looking pretty lean. He traveled all over the world with me. I left him everywhere. But we'd always have to turn back for him because I was not one to share. I must say, the things I learned from that horse alone, will stick with me forever even when he's retired at home. Though I can't help but think, and I swear to this day there was a magic force that knew all to well what it was doing when it brought me to that horse.