Grief does weird things to your head. It makes you feel fragile, as if any little thing might make you react in a way that might not be appropriate to the situation. That first week after Kasane died, I visited with Breezy a lot. Mostly just stood out in her field with her or groomed her. Just to be near my girl but not putting myself into a situation where I might not...
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Writing rider
Writing Rider. Writer of tech stuff, blogs, fiction, poetry, nonfiction, and whimsical silliness. Owned by two mares and two tortieshell cats. She/her.