She came out everyday and brushed me. I got a load of hay every morning and night, a big bucket of grain as well, and love, lots of love. She hadn't really ridden me yet as she didn't have that much time. Over the years, especially after Rea, I have come to understand some of the human language. She left everyday for maybe 6-7 hours. I soon found out why.
"Ugh Cowboy, I'm so done with school! It's to tiring, I'd rather be home with you!" She had just gotten home and grabbed a brush. "Luckily it's Friday! I get to ride you today!" She grabbed her saddle and bridle then tacked me all up. By this time I was stronger and much much healthier. I'll show that vet I've still got a few years in me. She then threw on her helmet and jumped on. We walked around the yard a for an hour then she untacked me and cleaned me up. Then she lead me down the levy to a field. We ran around the field for a while then came back home. She fed me dinner and had to go inside. This routine lasted a couple days.
Now she was riding me down to that field. We were only walking but it was the best. It reminded me of my younger days with Rea.
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Horse Diaries #1: An Old Horses Mission **Finished**
Short StoryThis is a story told completly through the eyes of a Horse. Cowboy was born to be a roper. But what happens when he's retired and finds himself with a young teenage girl? Read all about their adventures in this diary. Completed
