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.
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| 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
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