My Horse is Dead
Yesterday at 6:00 PM my horse had to be put to sleep to end his suffering. I should be sad, but all I can feel is intense and all-consuming rage.
I only had him for a month, he was only 12 years old. My mother got him for free from a woman (a disgusting cunt who deserves to suffer the way my horse suffered), she told us he had been a show horse. His nose had been previously broken and he was practically a skeleton, not to mention his behavior.
It was obvious to me that the bitch had abused him, but my mother bought the woman's story that he was like that because he spent all his time in a stall (which is abuse, according to me and anyone who loves their horse).
Anyway, my mom took him in and boarded him at the same stable we board our foal. We thought he was getting better, he gained weight and seemed to enjoy the freedom of being outdoors for probably the first time in his life. Then all of a sudden three days ago he went into collick, but the collick wasn't just a collick. The vet discovered he had an ulcer, his intestines were twisted around, and he was suffering from a variety of things. He suffered for three days only to die horribly.
He was freezing cold, his muscles were spasming uncontrollably, and he was covered in his own piss and shit because he didn't have the strength to stand up. So we put him down. He didn't live a good life and he didn't have a good death. He won't have his vengeance either, because my mother refuses to tell me who this woman is. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't hurt another human being physically unless I absolutely had to, but she deserves every word I would have said to her, that's the least I could have done for him and it's the least she deserves. My mother called her to let her know he had died, how sweet of her.
To the woman who murdered my horse: May the rest of your days be spent in the unrelenting misery you inflicted upon my horse.
Submitted March 21, 2017 at 07:34PM by runswithjackals
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