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Friday, May 22, 2009
" Small Horse " Is Dead.
I've just got in, from discovering what I'd expected I would, just ten minutes ago. I'm about to drink more Jameson than I would normally dream. I just can't think of what else to do. Maybe cry? I should cry. They say ye should. " Let it all out. " they say. But, after nine days of having this dear little soul as not just part of my life, but virtually my Existence? Just seems too much to let out.
Tomorrow I must dig a big, deep hole. I have the tools. Pick axe bought especially for digging such holes. I've dug such holes before. I'll dig others yet.
Sorry her story has ended, before I even finished writing it. I will write it up though, later. I want to tell it like it was. I only wish I could have recorded the sweet little noise she made when she saw me appear each time though. I made the noise back and we were both happy. Communicating.
Only, tonight she was dead. We couldn't communicate any more.The only noise is inside my head.
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Very sad Ditch. I'm sorry for your loss mate.
ReplyDeleteTerrible news, I'm very sorry mate
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear such terrble news mate. :(
ReplyDeleteMalt
Very sad Ditch - I was half expecting it under the circumstances though. You did all you could.
ReplyDeleteOTC
Rest in peace small horse
ReplyDeleteA time for life; a time for death. Small horse had a short existance but a good one, for she knew the best owner in Ireland. What more could a horse want than to be fed, loved and have a warm bed to lie in?
ReplyDeleteSAM
WE are born,.we live,.and then we die...
ReplyDeletePity the wee Horse never had more time to live.
All the best to you,...chin up,.etc,.etc...
Kind regards,...The Moucher....
Sad news. Sounds like you did all you could to giver her a chance though.
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