This is Bootsie
This is a true story and it has shaken my family badly.
My name is Carla and I am 13 years old,
and this is the story of our horse Boots.
My mother and I had bought a beautiful Arabian Colt.
Mum and I had decided to name him Bootsie.
We bought him off a very good friend of ours.
Anyway, we bought him home and put him in the stable and just sat with him for a while.
He was the most beautiful boy we had ever had.
Mum and I loved him very much.
The days went by and he started to mature into a beautiful young boy.
About a year after we got him we gelded him and Mum started to train him.
She had him working beautifully. He would collect he would do anything you asked of him really.
I went riding with Mum and Boots on my mare Tully.
We would go up the bush, we would go on the roads. Nothing would ever fase him.
All of a sudden he started to shake his head and have fits when Mum was riding him.
We took him to the vet and they said that they would have to do x-rays on him.
We waited a couple of months before we done it and Bootsie was getting worse and worse.
When they had the x-rays done the vet said that they couldn't see anything so they would have to do a bone marrow test.
So they made Boots lie down and he put something into his ear.
The test results came back and the vet said that Boots had head shakers syndrome and that he had to be put down.
This was the hardest thing that we ever had to hear.
Mum and I started to cry. He was our for only a few short years and he was about to be taken away.
On the very same day as my friends birthday Bootsie was taken to the vet for his very last journey.
When I came home from my firends place, he had gone.
I never got to say good-bye.
And he was gone.
I still love him with all my heart.
This story is dedicated to him.
I love you Bootsie.
xx Carla xx