The Ranch is my Home

To me home is not just a place, it’s way more than that. To me it’s the Ranch. The Ranch where my horse Wrex lives. When I wake up in the mornings I always think about Wrex's coat with white and brown spots and his soft furry ears. His eyes are like chocolate ice cream that l like to eat in the summertime. He makes me feel cozy and happy like nobody else. Whenever it’s Friday I'm really excited to see Wrex the next day. I wait for Saturday to see him canter up to me so that I can pet his pretty, gorgeous muzzle. Wrex smells like sweet watermelon. When I see a horse it reminds me of Wrex. Whenever I go to other farms they always remind me of the Ranch. I can't imagine what I would do if he died. I just can’t live without him, he is everything to me. Home is where I feel the breeze in my hair. When I hear the birds chirping I think of Wrex galloping around. Every horse show I ride only him. Nothing feels better than cantering on Wrex or trotting bareback in the deep fluffy snow. He is my best friend and I count him as part of my family too, even if he is not my own horse, I still love him like my own. He listens to me and he does everything to make me happy. I only have Wrex on my mind, he is the most incredible horse I ever saw. That's why he’s my home.