When I was seven, I met you, and I rode you for the first time.

When I was seven, I met you, and I rode you for the first time.
You followed me off command wen I was eight. i remember us running around your pasture one summer; carefree and reckless.
I started leasing you the following summer, I was so happy I cried. I remember entering our first show. I was crushed when we didn't place. But that was motivation, we trained harder, and ended up placing fifth in a class of fifteen.
We started jumping that winter. I got so discouraged when you refused, and I fell off numerous times. It really made me stronger.
I'd cry when my mom wouldn't take me to see you, no matter the circumstances.
It was such an amazing seven years.
Why did you have to go?
You were my best friend, and the best horse I could've asked for.
I love you, Louie<3