Yesterday I had to do one of the hardest and worst things I have ever had to do in my life. I had to have my pony put down by a vet. She has been such a big part of my life since she came to us when I was only 12 years old. I will always miss her, but unfortunately it was the way it had to be and I couldn't let her suffer any more.
I know that death is just part of life, and that its one of the aspects of having animals - that you have to see them die. I know that. But I have one thing to say to that bloody Grim Reaper - you come knocking around my place again, and you will have to deal with ME. I am fed up with you and your damn reaping of my family. In the last year or so I have lost 2 grandparents, my pony, a goat, a rabbit, 2 guinea pigs and my favourite hen. That is IT. Bugger off and leave us alone.