Dawn-Personal Narrative

There was this beautiful sorrel, 14.2 hand, quarter horses. Her name was Dawn, her full name was Misty Dawn. She was so sweet and I was proud to call her my own. Technically she wasn’t always mine she was my mine at the time, she was my mom's. Dawn was born at my mom’s house, had her till I was old enough to ride by myself. She was the horse that taught me how to ride, at least started to.
The problems began four years ago, I went to my friend Selah’s house for a sleepover I went over there like any other time. When we were most likely asleep, my parents were trying to cure Dawn from colic. They walked her around the arena trying to keep her from laying down. When she did lay down she was in her stall and my mom’s horse joker was trying and hoping that she would stand back up. the had and unbreakable bond. they would always be friends. I wasn’t there at all. Dawn wasn’t getting better she was getting worse. So my parents took her to the vet.
When they got to the
So my parent were looking everywhere because 4-h horse pre-fair was right around the corner. Finally they found one it was a Sorrel mare. when you looked at her you thought she was an angle. So we went to Dallas I think, when we got there the people brought her out timidly and tied her to a post. Once we got some information from them my mom went to tack her up and the horse wouldn’t even let her put the saddle on. So my mom said no we aren't buying this horse.
The people selling him felt bad so they offered to sell us a different horse. So they brought out this scraggly, malnourished, black and white paint. His feet were like pancakes and chipped really bad, he had a hay belly to make him look fatter. He was so willing though, he was honestly beautiful to me. I fell in love with him, but we almost didn’t buy him I was crying in the truck. Then my mom gave and the people that were selling him dropped the price, and we bought