Ever since I sold Prize, I have felt guilty over what happened. To say I berated myself is an understatement. I felt like I had let down my horse. I had promised Prize I would never sell her, and then I had to. I swore that I would do everything I could to prevent that same thing from happening again. When you sell a horse in desperate circumstances, you have less control over...
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Writing Rider. Writer of tech stuff, blogs, fiction, poetry, nonfiction, and whimsical silliness. Owned by two mares and two tortieshell cats. She/her.