November Story Contest

Parker – My Second Best Friend
By microphone & black mist
Age 11

Most of you know that I lost my favorite horse back in January. If not, then you know now. Her name was Windancer (Windy) and she was a flea-bitten grey Arabian mare owned by my stable, AppleCreek. But in January she was infected by a neurological problem and had to be put down. After months of being grief taken, a new horse came to the stable. His name was Parker (I called him Spiderman, but not now). He was a light bay Morgan gelding. Everybody loved him, but my instructor and I adored him.

Eventually he became my new favorite horse (though I could never have a bond so strong as with Windy). I loved him a lot, and he was the horse that helped me heal the most. But in October, he had to be taken to the vet's because he had a tear in his rectum (where manure comes out). I had theatre rehearsals and couldn't come every Saturday. The next time I went, the 7th of November, I asked if Parker was still there. When they told me he'd died, I tried my best not to let the tears come.

All the time I worked there during the afternoon, I didn't cry. I told myself I could cry later. Parker had had cancer, and was unfortunately left at the clinic all night being uncomfortable and in pain before being put down the next morning. Once I got home and in my room, I could cry. It was almost as painful as losing Windy, but Parker and I were just getting to know each other. He was too young to die! He was only 19 or 20, and could've had 10 more years of life! I miss him so much, and it was too soon to lose another horse! I can't bear to think about never seeing him again! I loved him and miss him so much now. It still is painful. It was far too soon to lose him.