The Miracle Horse
Horses are my favorite animals. I have had a horse since I was seven, and my horse’s name is Dash. He is a light bay American Quarter Horse. He has a light brown body with black mane and tail with red and blond streaks in them. Dash is nineteen years old, but I got him when he was around fifteen years old.
Dash was born in nineteen ninety three on April second. At first, I thought his birthday was on April first, but then we took another look at his papers and found out it was April second. When we got Dash, he was great to ride, but as the years went by, he got worse. And finally, I became too scared to ride him.
One night, my mom got a call from our farrier. From what I could hear, there was a horse that was a really sweet, great to ride mare. She was around twenty or twenty five years old. The best part about it though was that she was free! My mom said yes. She then told me that we would get the mare on Wednesday. I couldn’t wait!
The day was Sunday when we got the call about her. All week, I was trying to come up with what this horse would look like. One time, my mom called me and told me what she was going to look like. She was a dark bay American Quarter Horse.
The mare arrived on Wednesday like we were told. I can honestly say I didn’t think she was the prettiest horse I had ever seen. She had a wide Quarter Horse head with what looked almost like a Thoroughbred body. But, I still liked her the same. I can also say that I was upset when my mom told me I would be riding the mare instead of riding Dash.
I loved Dash and I was hoping mom would ride the new horse and I would ride Dash, even though he wasn’t very well behaved. But, the first time I rode the mare, I knew I was wrong to think that. She was perfect! Everything I asked, she did it. I still wasn’t ready to trot though. I figured though, if the mare and I worked really hard, we might be able to show in the horse show in July. I had never shown before, but I had always wanted to.
I continued to work with and ride the mare, and finally, I decided to trot. I gave her a tap with my heels, “Trot!” I said firmly. She lurched forward into a nice, comfortable trot. I remembered that I hadn’t trotted on a horse for a long time, so I needed to get used to sitting to the trot, because if you post in the western show, you have a smaller chance of winning. So, for about two and a half months, we trained and trained and trained.
We trotted, we walked, we stopped, and we backed up. We even practiced leading. The mare loved it when I talked to her, and she always behaved perfectly when I did. Not for one moment was I ever scared on that wonderful horse. I loved her with all my heart. One day though, she got very sick.
On the night before my last day of school, I rode the mare. She felt very stiff and tense under the saddle, and that made me very nervous. She spooked a couple of times, which wasn’t very normal. I asked my mom, but she thought the mare looked okay. But I wasn’t convinced.
The next day I went outside to check on the horses, and the mare was on her side, which wasn’t normal at all. I yelled at her to get up, and she swung into a fast lope, so I figured she was fine. But when I went back outside, she was practically upside down. I was so scared. Luckily, my mom said that she would get a vet out here as soon as she could, but I still had to go to school since it was my last day.
I asked her, “Do you think she will die before I get home?” I figured she had colic, and I knew that could be a fatal disease. “No, I don’t think so,” she said.
When my brother showed up to pick me up from school instead of my mom, I got very nervous. After I asked him why he picked me up, he told me shocking news. “Your horse has what you thought she had,” he said. “Colic?” I nervously asked. “Yeah, I think so,” he said. I almost burst out crying right in the middle of the hallway. “Let’s just go home,” I said.
When we drove in the driveway, I felt a chill run up my spine. The mare was lying on her side. I knew horses with colic had to be walked to prevent the stomach from twisting, so I wondered why someone wasn’t walking her. I jumped out of the car and quickly ran over to my mom. “Is she dead? Why isn’t someone walking her?” I asked. “No, she isn’t dead, she needed a break from walking. We have been walking her for hours,” she told me. As soon as she told me that, I immediately ran into the pasture to see the mare. She was flat on her side, sweating like crazy.
Sadly, it was a hot May day, and that didn’t help. The vet said that if the horse’s stomach was bloated, it didn’t have a chance, so I quickly checked to make sure the stomach wasn’t bloated. Luckily, it wasn’t.
Now, that mare hadn’t eaten the whole time. So, my mom called the vet. I could only hear my mom’s side of the conversation, and just what I could hear almost made me cry. When my mom got off the phone, she told me that if the mare didn’t eat or drink soon, her chances of surviving were slim. There, I actually cried.
We went out there to walk the mare. My mom started out walking her, but she couldn’t get her to move, so I gave it a try. As soon as I grabbed the lead rope and started walking, the mare perked up a tiny bit and somewhat willingly followed me. I almost started crying, because that touched my heart that she loved me as much as I loved her. Once, there was the nerve wracking moment when the mare’s leg seemed to go out from under her and she almost fell down. Then, it started twitching like crazy, seeming to have a muscle spasm. Finally, she improved. As soon as we put her back in the pen, the mare took a long, needed drink. I was overjoyed. For the rest of the day, until it was time to go to my dad’s house, I sat with the mare and talked with her and watched her. I wanted to stay, but I knew I couldn’t. I also knew my mom would take great care of her.
The next morning I kept asking my mom how the mare was, but she didn’t answer my texts. Knock, knock, knock! I opened the door and my mom was there. She looked like she had been crying. “She died, didn’t she?” I sobbed. She nodded, and I burst out crying.
That mare was one of the best horses I have ever known. And, in case you were wondering, that mare had a name……and it was Tackit.