Personal Narrative: Selling My Horse

As a child, I was infatuated with horses. I spent every waking moment reading and dreaming about them. Around the age of six, I started taking riding lessons. A year later, I was surprised with my very first horse. This was the beginning of it all, the beginning of a passion that would never die out.
Unfortunately, when I turned seventeen, my riding career came to an abrupt stop. I had torn the tendons in both my hips and had severe damage in my knee. Distraught at this news, I realized I had to sell my horse at the time. Over the course of the next year I had two major hip surgeries and a knee surgery. When I was finally cleared to start riding again, I noticed I was very weak. With all that I had been through, I thought it was just from the surgeries. Sadly this was not the case; this was just the beginning of a life-altering disease. I had gotten so sick that I could not get out of bed. At first I thought I had the flu, however, after weeks I was not getting any better. I began to suffer from migraines, body aches, fatigue, and numbness. I began to lose my memory as well, both short term and long term. I was sent from one doctor to another, repeatedly. No one could figure out what was wrong with me. I was misdiagnosed multiple
Towards the end of my treatment, I randomly decided to go the barn to visit my friends. I noticed there was an unfamiliar horse in one of the paddocks. He was skin in bones; it was heartbreaking to even look at him. When he saw that I standing there he walked over to me. I looked him in the eye, he had no life. No will to live. Dismayed, I walked over to my trainer and asked about him. She said, “The owners were going to kill him if no one came to get him. They kept him locked in stall for 60 days with no food.” She continued, “If you want him he is yours.” After hearing this I could not believe someone could do this to such a sweet horse, so of course I agreed to take