Okay so depressing thing...

My horse, well technically not mine, but my grandpas horse... I've known this animal for as long as I can remember... minus when I was a child and couldn't visit my grandparents.
So roughly... hm... about 8 years.
I've been riding him as long as I've known him, and I've only ever ridden another horse at my grandparents house twice! I usually don't have to use the reins much, I just subtly lean in the saddle the way I want to go and he'll go that way. He's my buddy, my horse friend. We have a special bond... but.....

He's old.

Very old.

And he hasn't been doing well....

And my mom told me today that he's being put down tomorrow.

I went up to see him and say goodbye, and there's a small area right beside his stall. The stall is open to the sky at one part, just to let you know. Anyways... I'm trying not to cry, so I turn around to leave his stall.
And I look into the small area....

And There's a really deep hole....

It didn't take long to realize what it was for.

I haven't quite accepted what's going to happen...

I'm the kind of person who can't easily accept/comprehend things like this.. it takes a while for my brain to process what's going on in these situations. ...

I don't even know what to say...

This is Bandito (Bandit)

I'll miss you, buddy...

...

I'm sorry for the depressing stuff...

He's a very important part of my childhood... and he won't be there the next time I go there.

My little Bandito... I love you, You old fart...

On the other note, I've been talking about my Fortress of Fluffiness. Who wants to see it?

I'll show it if you want to see it.

~Bye Bookworms.
July 29, 2017