I didn't want to believe it; he's so young. I couldn't let it happen, not to him, I had  

to do Something. "NO MOM!" I shouted in despair.  

"Nicole, I know you love him." I listened. "I know you guys have been through  

allot and I know you don't want to loose him, but could you really let him live like this?"  

She sounded irritated.  

"But he is not just a stupid cat or hamster! He's my horse, my partner, my  

friend." I said with my teeth clenched tight. " I know there's something we can do; there  

has to be something!" I said eagerly.  

"Look Nicole, there is no way he's going to survive with a broken cannon bone.  

You remember Oliver? We tried everything with him and he died young too." She looked  

away then glanced back fast.  

I started arguing again, "He's stronger then Oliver! Please mom, he's only eight  

and he's one of Glacier's last offspring. I'll get a job if I have to pay, whatever it takes."  

Trying to wipe the tears from my eyes.  

"I'll talk to the vet one last time. Go over with your horse."She sighed and walked  

into the next room. There was a small window; of coarse I didn't go over with Spencer. I  

was peeking through the tiny window to see what was happening, to find out what  

would happen to his life... I saw my mom start to build some tears. I never really saw her  

cry. She was much stronger then that. I watched them arguing back and forth. I knew this  

wasn't going to turn out well. When I saw the vet shake his head, I knew this was my  

Spencer's last day.  

I looked over at my poor friend. He was laying on a cold metal table, looking at  

me. I hadn't ever seen him that way. He was the kind who made you wonder what a bad  

day was if you were even having a bad day.  

Spencer wasn't the best looking horse around, especially standing next to our  

halter horse Scooter. He was almost seventeen hands. I guess he got his moms height  

her being thoroughbred. His dad was a stocky white paint horse. Spencer had his dad's  

head, almost all white too. His ears were a bay color. He had some black in his tail.  

Spencer had beautiful movement. People would walk by and stop to watch him work  

when we were at shows; he floated along the rail.  

One thing we proved to the horse world was that a white horse can win to. When I  

first bought him, people talked and said we would not make it; but we did it. We helped other  

white horses get recognized to. There's much more I could say about our prime days, but  

I'm sure you want to know more about what happened.  

He was still, knowing what was going to happen. There was much more then just  

a broken cannon bone. There was metal in his neck, his eyelid was skinned, glass all over  

his face, a deep cut in his shoulder, he was breathing hard, and his right front cornet band  

was sliced, all from the crash. His breathing was the only thing I could hear in the room,  

the one thing I cared about most, the one thing that could haunt me for the rest of my life.  

Knowing that I might never hear his lungs work again, I studied the noise for about a  

minute. I held my breath when I heard a quiet sweet nickering flow threw the air crashing  

through my thought of his breathing. I walked slowly over and ran my fingers gently  

through his forelock.  

"I love you Spencer." I managed to say. I knew if he could talk, he would say it  

back.  

I saw his eyes. I noticed they were watery . I took my hand and wiped what I  

thought was tears away, then the same with mine. I knew he was in pain. I wanted to  

make it stop but there was nothing I could do.  

We looked at each other for a second, knowing we would never see each other  

again. I made myself think about our past. I knew he was thinking also. We both knew  

two things, we needed each other and we made each other strong.  

As the thought of never seeing him again returned, I collapsed next to him on the  

table, sobbing. "I can't do it Spencer, I can't let you go." I said it over and over. I knew  

he didn't want to die at eight years old; who would?  

I rested my head on his neck, watching him bleed why I ran my hand through his  

silky white mane. I didn't want this to be my last what was minutes to be with my best  

friend. I laid there for a while, hoping he would just get up.  

As I was admiring his face, my mom and the vet walked in interrupting my trance.  

I felt Spencer twitch as the door slammed shut. I saw a clipboard and a big tube in the  

vets hands. It was blue, a pretty blue. Most people called it blue juice. It wasn't pretty  

at all once I figured out it was going to take my best friends life away.  

I started screaming, "I love you Spencer! Please stay with me! I'm so sorry." I  

repeated it knowing it wouldn't work to save his life but trying to let him know how much  

I really loved him. My mom told me to go away, to leave the room. Was I really going to  

let my friend die on a cold table without me there? I acted like I didn't hear her. My eyes  

locked on his cut face, trying to picture him healthy again.  

I felt my arm get pulled hard and I almost fell off of the table. I realized it was  

my mom dragging me. When I was stable again, I pushed her away. I knew it was the  

wrong thing to do but I didn't care, I wanted to be with him. My eyes never left him when  

that happened. My mom gave up and walked out. It was just the three of us now.  

My eyes left his face. I watched the vet come over and stick the needle in his  

neck. It took everything I had to keep me from taking it and sticking it in me.  

"Wait..." I said quietly. The vet looked at me with sad eyes. I didn't want to  

remember the persons eyes who killed my horse, I quickly looked away as I moved.  

I took a deep breath and jumped back onto the table. The room seemed quieter and  

darker some how.  

I held Spencer's head up gently and moved myself under him. I put his head  

softly onto my lap. It reminded me of when I would go out at night or early in the  

morning when he was laying down and sing to him as he rested in the same position he  

was in now, stroking his soft perfect coat. I started to hum our song we listened to  

every show before we went. It was a happy song but I made it sound sad. It was  

Spencer's favorite song. I knew that because every time it would come on the radio, he  

would prickle his ears and start to fall asleep.  

His ears started to move to listen. I massaged around his forelock. As I looked  

back at the vet, I knew it was time. I was still humming the silly song when I gave him  

one last look and placed my hand over his eye that was looking back at me.  

When I saw the tube connect to the needle, I kept my hand over his marble  

blue eye trying to hum the song in its rhthym. I watched the blue killing juice slowly  

flow into his system. Tears were coming faster as the liquid pumped through his veins.  

I was almost at the end of the song when there was nothing left in the syringe. The  

vet pulled it out and rubbed the injection.  

As he took his last breathes, I stopped my humming and whispered in his big ear,  

"I will never forget you." As I said it, his stomach stopped moving. I starred at his still  

body, crying. The vet had already walked out. My hand was still over his eye and I started  

humming the song again. I finally worked myself up to moving my hand away, still  

trying to get the song out. But I was not humming anymore, I was singing. As I looked  

down at where my hand had been, his eyes were looking up at me, not blinking. It gave  

me the chills. I sat there with his lifeless head on my lap. I rubbed his clipped ears and  

patted his silky neck.  

I didn't leave him for hours. I was wishing that we could have been rite down the  

street where the show was, happy, friends, winning...alive.  

Good bye my friend, I know you are running through the pastures in heaven!