I anxiously paced in my stall.

My owner earlier this morning talked about selling some things. What if those things included me?

I shake and twist, wanting to forget that terrible day when my buddy died before me, my owner and I will never be the same again.

The following day.

I had continued to pace in my darkened stall, all throughout the day. Before I knee, my owner was standing in front of my stall door. He had bags under his normally soft and kind eyes, something isn't right.

2 bold looking men dressed in black and white suddenly stood beside him. My mind races, as I storm around ny stall. For now my pacing was no longer a sense of curisoity, it was now for a sense of fear.

Fear that I was being sold, perhaps my life was ending.

One of the men approached me inside my stall with a brand new leather halter and leadrope, this halter had a chain though. Unlike any others I have had. It felt like a cold spur was against my nose with full pressure as he yanked on the lead.

Ouch. I wanted to bite his nose off...but I knew that would be disrespectful.

Now my mind was fearful. My mind could only come up with a simple question, Why.

I was then shoved out of my beloved stall into a cramped horse trailer.

We headed off...I knew not of a location nor if I would ever see my owner, my friend ever again.