Monday, September 17, 2012

Hershey the Horse

Dear Sissy, 
Remember the horse that lives behind my rear fence? The brown one with the cracked hooves and the lonely look on her face. The "pet" I adopted and feed apples to. I named her Hershey because she looks like milk chocolate. But in reality, she is unkempt and in dire need of a bath. And her real name is Sugar. 
me feeding Hershey my first apple
I met her owner. He told me he had to sell her because he couldn't afford to take care of her anymore. I know that's a good decision. But she's gone now, sissy. I miss looking out the kitchen window and seeing her head reaching over the fence. Waiting for her apple. I hope the person who bought her has trimmed her hooves and has given her a bubble bath. I hope they have stocked up on apples. I'm happy for Hershey. But it's a sad day for me. I think I need to borrow Ladybug for a day. I wish you lived closer.

I love you, Squeezie