I'm ready to forgive the person who killed my horse...
Almost a year ago, my dad, brother, and I went to get hay for the animals. It wasn't that far from our house, only about a few hours. When we got home, we drove out to the field to unload the hay and we saw an animal laying down. We thought it was a cow giving birth, as we had a few that we pregnant at the time. As we got closer, we realized it was a horse. So we thought it was on of the older ones. As we pulled up to the animal we saw it was my horse, Six. My grandma was already on her way to stay with me and my brother because my dad was supposed to be working on the big truck that day. I think I was supposed to do schoolwork that day or else I would have watched my brother. Anyway, right as my dad and I got out of the truck (my brother was asleep so we left him) to see Six, my grandma pulled in the driveway. She came over to us and noticed what had happened. She saw that there was blood coming from Six's nose, indicating this was more than just a peaceful death. Her and my dad rolled Six over and saw a bullet hole on her side, where her lung would have been.
"Someone shot our f*cking horse!" My dad yelled before calling the police.
The cops came and searched for anything they could find. A few news reporters came out the next day to talk to me. It had blown up for about a week or two, but we never found who did it.
But I am a Christian, and I believe in forgiveness. God forgave us, and said we must forgive others. So here I am, forgiving the person who killed my horse.

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