Title: THE LAST GALLOP In a quiet valley nestled between misty hills, lived a horse named Bramble. He wasn’t the fastest or the strongest, but he had a heart larger than the sky. Bramble belonged to an old farmer named Eli, who had raised him from a foal. They shared a bond forged through years of morning rides, muddy trails, and golden sunsets. One spring, Eli grew too weak to ride. The fields remained unplowed, and the saddle gathered dust. Bramble stood by the gate each morning, waiting, hoping. But Eli only watched from the porch with a gentle smile and tired eyes. Then one dawn, as the valley awoke with birdsong, Bramble found the gate open. He trotted up to the house, nudging Eli’s hand. The old man chuckled softly, his voice no more than a breeze. “One last ride?” With great care, Bramble knelt, allowing Eli to climb onto his back. They rode slowly through the valley, past blooming orchards and the rustling creek. The sun rose higher, painting the world in warmth. At the hilltop, Eli leaned forward, whispering, “Thank you, old friend.” And with the wind brushing his cheeks, Eli passed peacefully in the saddle. Bramble stood there until the stars blinked to life, carrying his rider home one last time. From that day on, villagers often saw Bramble atop the hill at dawn, ears turned to the sky—as if still listening for Eli’s whisper. #animalstory #documentary