Fuck you very much.
Sometimes I think that time is marked by the loss of wonderful horses. I feel like I went years blissfully oblivious and in the last two years the number of horses I have known and loved that are now gone has numbered in the double digits. So many of them gone for shitty, stupid, flukey reasons.
(Tris is fine. I feel like I should probably start posts like this the way the barn manager starts all phone calls, but – yeah.)