My First Horse, Black Knight
It was a Sunday afternoon in June. I was walking looking at horses. I stopped and stared at this beautiful black stallion. A man walked up to me. "You want him?" He asked. I nodded.
"Good choice. He's a beauty." He said. So my parents bought the stallion. I named him Black Knight. I rode him right away when we got home. I was so excited. I jumped him too. He was great. I entered him in many shows and races. He always won. He was like an eagle soaring through the sky! I was so proud of him.
But that's when it started... He didn't eat for the next few days. He rolled around and made painful noises. I knew what it was. Colic. I called the doctor and he came right away. He said he could give him a shot for the pain. Days passed. The doctor had done everything he could. He had said we could put him down and end his pain. But I wouldn't give up that easily. Black Knight fought bravely.
Then one day Black Knight lay down grunted and lay still. He never moved again. I cried for many days. But sometimes I think I see his ghost and I know he will always be with me.