Most love stories are of two poeple, well mine isnt. My love has four legs, weighs over 2,000 pounds and could kill me in a heart beat. Two years ago I found a horse that was left to die. His skin was stuck in his bones,deep cuts,blood and mud coverd his what was his white fur, his mane and tail were so tangled they had to be cut off, He could barley walk on his overgrown hooves. He was so scared of people i could go near him for two weeks, untill he understood i wouldnt hurt him.His deep brown eye had no life left in them. Alot of time put in this boy from food, the vet, getting his feet trimmed, working with him, grooming, and alot of TLC. The love this horse has for me could never be raplaced by anyone. He really understands what i did for him. I can do anything to this horse from standing on him to riding him with no tack. He has saved me from taking my life when my life was black. He doesnt talk back, Lets me cry on him and he lets me be me. In october we had a bad accadent, we were riding and he fell, fliped over me, and i was pined under him. All i could think was my horse is going to have to be put down when i was in the ER. He wasnt, when i whent to see him he was better then i was, my leg was broken where he had a few scrapes. He now is retired but i still have him. Noone at my barn has seen a horse love a person so much, it amazes them. Love doesnt have to be people, for me, Its my horse. Hes my best firend. No horse could ever replace him. I have a tattoo for him. I saved his life and he has saved mine.
by anonymous