A foul start

My childhood

When I was 5 my auntie took me to a stable yard to see the horses I thought it was just a day out but when we were leaving she asked which one I liked, I said the dappled grey. Nonie. Nonie was a beautiful pony only small but big enough for me. I loved that pony she was the world to me. We went on a ride nearly every day. When I was 12 we were out for a canter and she fell. Then I fell. I jumped up and ran to her. The was neighing was crucifying. I was crying and crying. Nonie was neighing and neighing. We were miles away from anywhere, she couldn't get up. Once we had calmed down we were snuggling close to each other. Then it started to get dark we got so worried. My auntie was getting worried by then, she looked down the route we normally took she carried on a bit longer and that's when she saw us. I was curled up asleep beside Nonie. Nonie was protecting me and then she saw my auntie, she whinnied. I woke up like a shot, I saw a figure running towards me, it was her. I ran at her, then we hugged. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to Nonie. We called up uncle and asked him to bring the trailer and a vet. 1 hour later they where there. I asked the vet what was wrong and she said that we had a nasty fall and Nonie had broken her leg. I was relived she was ok. I asked them to help me load her into the trailer, but the vet shook her head at me "I am afraid that Nonie has broken her leg too severely. It won't heal. We are going to have to put her down."

I broke down on my knees, I couldn't say anything I looked down at the ground. I looked at Nonie, she looked at me I stood up and walked over to her, she nuzzled her head into my body."I don't want to get rid of her, it feels unhumane but I don't want to put her through any more pain. I would feel unloyal to her like I am betraying her, but I suppose it is the right thing to do" I let them do it but I requested for us to take her to our favourite place ...

In the woods there was a place,a little opening. Where we had been going for 2 years. It was a huge struggle to get her there but we managed it. When we put her down she was looking at me the last thing she did was smile at me, it made me cry even more. When she was gone I decided to walk not take the car, my auntie asked if I wanted her to walk with me I said "No thanks, I will be fine on my own." When I walking I was thinking about all of our rides. The time when we rode to the Punchbowl, the time when we got lost in the woods and had to follow a little stream and we found ourselves at Frensham and we had to call up my auntie and she directed us back home. I didn't realise but I was crying so much that my tee shirt was sodden, but I didn't care. I was only half a mile away from home now. I decided to take the long way home because I wasn't ready to face my aunt.
When I was home my aunt and uncle acted normal like nothing had happened. I was very suspicious. when I went to bed I could hear them arguing about how I acted to day, aunt said I behaved beautifully but uncle said I should not have cried so much and about my shirt when I got home. the next day uncle was even scarier then he used to be.