Seriously, this year can be over now. I’ve had it with all of this.
Yesterday, my horse died. Star was the last foal ever sired by King Plauditt, who was apparently a high up Appaloosa Stud. I had always wanted to get her bred, but never did. She was 30, according to my mother. She was 2 when we got her, and we’d had her 28 years.
I had always promised her we would be her forever home. I seem to have kept this promise. I am just sad I couldn’t say goodbye. I had been telling James just the other day that she was getting old, and she’d be gone soon. Maybe I knew. Maybe she knew.
She’s my Star, even though her pedigree says “Roman Plauditt Straw Gal” on it. She’s always been Star. She was my girl, and I will miss her.
But to make matters worse… While I expected my horse to die sooner or later, I didn’t expect that, on the same day, my great Uncle Pete would also pass away. Two in one day, and I’m done. I’m still not over Dawn’s murder and now this?
Uncle Pete was always an odd one. I had Uncle who loved to hug you, who picked you up and smiled and laughed and joked. I remember Uncle Pete always being rather aloof. He’d sort of hug me. He never seemed very social when I was around him. But he was a good person. I knew this. And I will miss him.
2013 needs to GTFO without anyone else dying. I don’t think I can handle it.
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