The
Pony I Love
This
story is true and I will live true to my word when I get old enough to. The
pony's name was Piper. His owner was the owner's daughter. She
really hated that I could communicate with him and she couldn't, so at first he
left then came back till she had another pony then left my life forever. That
was two and a half years ago. I have pictures and memories but I would
love nothing more then to end my misery. That pony was my favorite and
every night I pray he will come back. To this day I blame myself for what
happened. What if I had taught the girl how to handle him or asked him to be
good. My two fondest memories are one we used to play this game with this
girl I used to ride with where she was on a horse so in the ring she would
canter up one side and trot till that point and kept doing that and I would
canter him as soon as she got to the other side then canter after her until we
caught up. We rarely did catch up but it was fun. My second memory
was that when I used to work at the barn I would fall asleep in his stall and
set my alarm on my watch and he would wake me up when it went off, and then I
would ride him and he would listen to what my instructor said and I could have
fallen asleep and he still would've done what we were supposed to. He was
special. He was a Welsh Cross and a gray with dapples on his butt if
anyone know anything email me at Piper0246@aol.com.
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