I first met Brandy at a ranch. The original owners were going to sell him to the meat market. I didn’t have the heart to leave him, so I asked my mom if I could get him. My mom paid the owners
a good amount for him.
Brandy was about 14 when he came to my home two days after my birthday; since I never really found out his real birthday I made it the day he came to my house May 5. Brandy was a pinto. He was mostly white with bits of brown and blacks patches on his coat. I did everything with Brandy. Until that one fateful day
when I had come home from school,
to see him sick.
I called my vet and asked him
to come out to my house. When the vet arrived he took some blood samples and said he would get back to me. About two days later of worrying and tears, my vet called. I was told that my dear friend had lung and brain cancer. The vet said it would only be a few more days.
I never left his side. I didn’t go to school, just sat down with him in his stall, and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. I won’t ever forget that day he left. It was a nice day, with a calm breeze. I went to get the pan to see if I could get him to drink any water, and when I came back he was gone. I wanted so much for him not to leave, he was my best friend, I wasn’t much for friends in school because I was a farmer. Brandy died when he was 32, a pretty old age for a horse.
For my Best pal, Brandy,
I miss you,
and hope to see you again.
Sorry I wasn’t there when you went.
Missing you,
| Brandy |
| Tina |