Deep Thoughts

Best Friends #4

I have had a horse for the past seven years, his name is Freddy. Freddy, taught me how to ride. He taught me to try again and have confidence in what I do.

Freddy, is now nearing his thirty eighth year of life.

If any of you know horses, you know horses only live to around the age of forty. Freddy, is getting pretty knocked up. His weaker, tired and won't run with the other horses. Instead, he follows me around the field and it breaks my heart.

Freddy used to be a hunting horse. We rode him in hunts and he was the star of the show! He had a beautiful mane and tail and his coat was always gleaming. Before we got Freddy, he belonged to a relation. This relation, grew out of horse riding the older she got and in turn, got rid of Freddy. So we took Freddy, cared for him, rode him and loved him like he was a son and brother.

Well, Freddy is coming near his end.

I know he doesn't have long left, but that poor old guy had such a big personality he could've been human! He was there when I needed him the most. I can't tell you the amount of times I cried into that horses neck, and he stood patiently waiting for me to finish. One time, Freddy was out with some of the horses in a field. Now these horses are young and bold. I was leading Freddy out of the gate when one of them started biting and kicking Freddy at the gate, effectively trapping me in a corner. Freddy, stood still. He put his chest in front of me and stood still as the stallion behind him bit and kicked him. He took the pain and protected me. This horse, is a saviour.

I love this horse more than anything in the world, and I mean that.

But Freddy, is wasting away. He lived an amazing life but... I feel like sometimes I failed him. For someone that helped me through think and thin, how can I ever repay that? How? 

I guess the point of this is that Freddy was the best thing to ever happen to me. He taught me things about humanity that even humanity could not even teach. But... it just shows that actions speak louder than words. Freddy can't speak to me, but he can show me how he feels.

And that's enough.

So that was a deep thought I suppose from me, Amara.

I've gotten really... sad lately with this and I don't know how to deal with it. I hope you guys take something from this little thought, and live like Freddy did.

Amara.