I was born perfect. Strong and healthy, I was a beautiful thourghbred bred to race. I was a chestnut ful of fire. I was weaned from my mother early. They said it was because I was more "high strung " then the other colts and fillies. I started training sooner too. I was led on a lead rope. I learned how to say and still for the farrier and the vet. I learned how to be lunged. And then I learned how to be RIDEN! It was way before the other colts and fillies! But I had no choice. A jockey mounted me. The second I felt him I was off, bucking, twisting, racing the wind and guess what? He stayed on! :( I wasn't happy about that! Oh boy I tried over and over until I gave up. The jockey patted me. Later contained training and finally was named Fire Devil. I was called Fire. A week later was my first race. We trained hard. I knew we could win! Finally race day rolled around! I was loaded into a trailer and we arrived at the race grounds. We were loaded into what looked like boxes. And then I was off! Racing towards the finish. Running like have never ran before! Racing the wind. As the crowd cheered me on I looked back to find I had left everyone in the dust! I flew to the finish line barely touching the ground! I slowed to a stop knowing I had won! That was my fist win and others soon followed, but don't forget that I was so young I wasn't supposed to be ridden in races that part is important. Well I had one 6 races when I became lame. I still came in 3. Someone claimed me. That's when I turned into a claim horse. I was fed a little bit of moldy hay and was left in a rotten old stall. I was raced every other day. My leg had healed. And I was know winning every other race. I have been claimed 12 times in 3 weeks! One day a serious owner claimed me. He got the vet to check on me and hired a nasty jockey who loved whipping horses! On our first race I came in 1place! But on our second race something happened. Remember I was too young to race but I'm out there any way. I was racing extremely hard today and on a muddy track. As we raced I was thrown off balance by my sack of patotoes of a jockey. I was whipped and I fell head over knees onto my jockey. I was rushed into a paramedic but my owner said " no I'm selling this ungrateful creature to the slaughter house." And I was loaded up on top of other horses! I smelled blood every where was red liquid! Dead and alive horses lay on the ground! 6 days later without any food we were unloaded. I fell 2 times on the way to the paddock of death. I saw my death, but I did not run nor struggle with a swish of a tail I walked into my death, my last thought was: WHY? As I was skinned alive! Please stop horse abuse. I could have been a child's dream! You wouldn't slaughter a child's dream would you? For all the money in the world? The people who slaughtered fire should roast in hell for all I care! They killed Gods guardian angels! Based on a TRUE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!
