Gone But, Never Forgotten

From: Mariah (Mariah_Cowgirl14@hotmail.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: Tulsa,Oklahoma,Usa
Source: Form Submission

Hello, my name is Mariah. I know some stories here may be fake, and I know that you may never belive me. To tell you the truth, I don't really care.

My story begins when I was about four years old; my mom bought my first horse, named Tony. As I grew we became close, very close. He was my family, and just as family is he took care of me. Once when I was riding him, I fell off because I hit a branch. My head was bleeding badly, but Tony staid beside me. He whinnied, wich spooked my mother, so she ran out of the house. My mom ran to my side as Tony watched. I truly belive he helped me.

Sadly he died when I was nine years old. I missed him so. I would cry every night, as I took out his picture wich was hiddin under my pillow. When I got my new mare named, Zena; I never forgot him still.

One night when I was 10; I was in my house as I heard a gun shot from the pasture next to us, I ran out to see what it was. As I went out I saw a faint white blur it was Tony. He was trotting to me. I was calm around the spirit, I fealt safe around it too. As he reached me I fealt a sliwt gust rap around me. Tony was staring at me face, to face. He then disappeared, I ran inside screaming, "he is back, he is back"! My mom woke up and started to hold me, "saying he will never come back".

That morning we watched the news, it said that our next door neihbor was shot at his pasture next to ours. I belive that Tony saved me from getting shot too. He watched over me, and I belive he will always watch over me.