My Horse

When I was 4 or 5 I had a horse named Rowdy. He was the most beautiful horse in the world and he was gentle. We couldn't keep him at our house so he had to stay at my mom's friends house. I went to see him as often as I could. when  I went up to him he would nibble on my hair like it was grass in a field. I would go up to him and smell the mustang in him and I would tell him that I love him and I promise he'll always be mine. I was hoping that I could keep that promise forever, but a little later on in life, he wasn't mine anymore. We had to sell him because we did not have anywhere to keep him. I will never love any other horse as much as I loved Rowdy. He was the best friend anybody could ever have. I still think about him today but I can't recall the color of his flowing mane and his velvet fur. I miss him so much and I hope you find this story that I told about him a mix of emotions.