Hold on.. Don't die yet..
Misty was a white and grey pony all smuged together. Her mother was a race horse and a very pretty one at that!
Misty was born on the 4th of July 1995, now she is a very old pony. Misty was a trouble to start with when we were about to go over a jump she stopped suddenly and I went flying! When we went on hacks she would stop and rear, it was her saying I dont want to do this. Slowly Misty got better and I could soon enter her in to shows by the time she was five.
When I was eight I had to go to boarding school across the other side of the world. Misty was let out to a riding school, when I was nine I stopped bording and came home and went to school in England again, Misty was dirty and afraid to do things again, I will not say the name of the riding school for some reasons.
By the time Misty was ten she had entered into sixteen shows and came first or second in them. Misty had also won four races and five jumping competitions!!!!!!!
Misty and I had the job of riding around and delivering post or newspapers, it took more than half the day because people wanted to stroke Misty. We did that for a year and then Misty and I started entering shows again.
Everything was fine until her 19th birthday, the vet said that she had mild cancer in the brain. No one knows how she got it.
Misty started walking around and around in circles and before Misty got cancer she knew where to go on hacks that we went on all the time and i didn't even have to steer her. Misty didn't know where to go or when I called her she would gallop to the other end of the field.
One month after Misty got cancer there was a show, so I entered her in it, it was her last show. Misty came first in the jumping second in the racing. When Misty was eighteen I only took her on the post rounds or on hacks, or galloping along the beach, nothing else.
I began to give her more time with the other horses, so that she could enjoy the last stretch of her life.
When I did ride her she loved it!
One year the vet said that the cancer had moved into her legs so i couldnt go faster than trot. I could not take her further than the gate half a mile away from her stable. We usually did five or six miles.
Every day I walked her round her field. Soon i could only ride her bare back, because the wieght of the saddle and me was too much for her legs.
On her 22nd birthday the vet offered to put her down and I said not yet, she has not finished saying goodbye.
A month after the vet offered to put Misty down Misty hardly moved, I did not ride her any more.
I told misty every night to hold on and fight the cancer away, she tried and tried but the cancer was just taking over her body.
One night I heard her whining from the stable so i got out of bed and rushed to see what was wrong poor Misty was lying down on the soft straw, I knew what she was saying, she was saying goodbye and that it hurt too much to carry on. I cried that night, all night i stayed with Misty. I groomed her and fed her carrots and apples and the last two horse cookies that were left.
I woke up in the morning with my head on Misty's neck, Misty was breathing so heavly now, so I rang the vet. I took Misty outside to say goodbye to her, her friend and then something magical happened! 22 horses and Misty were all neighing at once!
When the vet arrived Misty was ready, one long goodbye and that it was all over. My wonderfull horse lying still and lifeless on the floor.
I still have everything that belongs to her. Goodbye Misty, thank you so much!