Flanagans Last Breath ( A True Story)
I remember walking home one time and noticing my horse and my pony separated from my mum's horse. Flanagan was his name, he was a 16.2hh 38-year old Gisbornbred gelding that my mum had had for a very, very long time.
Flanagan was standing in the paddock, which was unusual for him, so I walked up to the house and put my bag down. I noticed that the glass on our back door was broken and there was glass all over the floor. I called my mum and my dad came out, his eyes were blood shot. Mum followed him and she was crying.
"The vet's on his way" mum said. I started panicking, I had no idea what was happening.
"Flanagan has broken his hip, he must've rolled off the bank." I ran down to the paddock with a pair of scissors, and sobbed into Flanny's wispy mane, I raised my hand and chopped a chunk of mane out. I said goodbye to him and told him how much I loved him, then me and my mum drove off and left my dad with the vet.
Love you pops, rest in peace xxx