Before I say this, I'm not a great writer, I just wanna share with you Sammy's story.
Sammy was a bratty chestnut thirteen year old welsh pony who always got his way. He was stocky at 13 hands tall, but the first time I was assigned to ride him, my heart leaped! He tought me how to trot, 3 years later we were readying for our first big competition. Jumping 2.5' The night before the show Sammy and I schooled really hard. He was fine for the first half an hour, but like a said, he has a mind of his own, so he decided he was hungry, and he left the ring. Before I continue on with the story, I'll tell you, Sammy has a show mode where he is perfect through the whole show, probably because he knows he will get treats, but he never acts well in lessons. Shows are a whole new world. Anyway, I groomed Sam, and tacked him up. I hopped on his back and went into the warm up ring, and we jumped a few jumps, Sammy stumbled a bit, but I figured it was because of the lousy footing. When I was called in to the show ring for my 1st of 6 rounds I smiled, and clucked at Sammy. He was immediatly alert. We cleared the first course with perfect flying lead changes at all the right times, and earned a 1st place ribbon in a class of over 35 people, everyone atleast 3 years older than me. The next class I nudged Sammy into a canter, he began, then trotted. I pushed him again, this time he continues to canter. He jumped the first jump in the line, and reared at the next. I was getting angry with him, so I whipped him, and we went on. He finished the course, his foot occasionally knocking on the poles. Once we were out of the ring my riding instructor took the crop from my hands and hit sammy HARD on his rump. My eyes teared up a bit, because she hit my pony, and because he was acting so bad. In the next class sammy started at a brisk canter I pushed him into, and at the first jump he stopped I was furious with him, and I pushed him on. I thought he was just being a brat, but he wasn't. His cracked hoof was in unbearable pain. We left the show areana, and I cried because of what I had done to my pony. He only nuzzled me, and breathed in my face. I untacked him, and we went home. It took sammy 3 months to reccover, and every week I would take him out to an areana, and trot him around to strengthen his hoof. He forgave me right away, and that made me even more upset. Anyway, about a year later I had broken my hand, and I couldn't ride, but I went to the stable occasionally to help out grooming the horses. On super bowl Sunday I was out at the stable all day because my parents were having an open house on our house, we would be moving away from Oklahoma to Kansas. Anyway, by this time I was upset because my hand was hurt and I hadn't ridden a horse in a few months which was unbearable. I was outside grazing Baily (one of the schooling horses) when my friend came over and saw me starring at Sam. She said, "You know they are selling Him". My face went pale, and I'm sure she noticed, but her mom pulled up, and she had to leave. I put Baily back into the pasture, and went in to Visit Sam. He was standing in his pasture all fluffy (they didn't shave him because of the cold weather) anyway, he actaully walked over to me instead of running away until I got oats like usual. I was the only one at the stable at this time, so Sam and I were alone. It was an amazing feeling. I suddenly felt my heart throb. Sammy was going away. How long did I have with him? I led Sam to the fence, climed on to the fence. And hopped on Sam's back. He looked back and nudged me. I just smiled. My stomache had butterflies in it. I was on Sammy with a broken hand. He was bareback with no bridle, and I wasn't even aloud to ride unsupervized. Especially on a bratty horse, and a broken hand. I urged sam to walk, and he did. We walked for a few minutes, than he trotted, but not with the usual bumpy gate, much smoother. I was on him for about 30 minutes, but I didn't ever want it to end . Then I saw my mom's car drive up, and I hopped off, and hugged Sam goodbye. I didn't know this would be the last time I would ever see him. I never visited that stable again because we were "too busy" as my mom said. I cried myself to sleep every night for half a year, and occasionally I still do. I loved that horse, and he had a heart bigger than anyone can imagine.