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There's nothing you could do or say to ease the pain of selling my best friend.
What's the price of your happiness? What would you sell your soul for? I've sold mine for $3,750, and sold half my life and heart in the deal.
You have no idea how I feel. None.
Sarah, perhaps what I'm selling isn't worth $5,000 to you, but I swear to you that in another life, one where people didn't find it an ordinary phenomenon to sell life and put a price on friendship and love, I wouldn't put a price on my friend. You somehow found a way to take a newly bought horse with you into your next life and I have no idea how you'll pay for it. You talk to me about reality and how much things are worth, and you do this. How will you support this animal? Where is this money coming from? Why won't my parents give me the money I need to support Poketa? Why, when they make twice the amount your parents make?
Poketa really wouldn't be happy or put to best use as a pasture ornament. I know that. I know that as a 4-H horse for a 14 year old girl, Poketa will be doing the job she's always been comfortable doing. But I'm losing my friend. When I was so close to ending my life, Poketa was the only thing, many, many times that sustained me. When I had no other friends and no one to talk to, Poketa was there. When I was very young she kept my ego up and made me think I was somebody special. How can I betray her?
Let me give you a small insight into what I'm feeling.
Take your absolutely most cherished pet. Sarah, take Pepper, and Kendra take Tilly. You got this animal when it was young and knew next to nothing. You spent eight years of your life molding the way the animal thinks and acts and you become the ultimate team, and really, that animal is your partner. Death is something terrible and unstoppable. But could you choose to end your life with that partner, CHOOSE to put a price on that friendship and likely never see that friend again? And I've done it. People don't sell their dogs. Not their friends. Not someone you've spent every day with for half of your life. That you've shared all your thoughts and dreams with, and your sorrows.
And for me, an animal is a person. No, they aren't human, and they don't have higher level intelligence, but they are without flaws. They simply exist and enjoy pleasures and avoid pain. They are pure. They are every bit as important to me as human beings. And sometimes more so.
So now take your best friend. Make one up, perhaps. Spend half your life with them. Then, there is no big fight, no end of friendship. You simply sell them into slavery. The end.
How does that feel?
Fuck you.
I miss my horse,
and
I love you with all my heart, Poketa. Forever. I'm sorry.
What's the price of your happiness? What would you sell your soul for? I've sold mine for $3,750, and sold half my life and heart in the deal.
You have no idea how I feel. None.
Sarah, perhaps what I'm selling isn't worth $5,000 to you, but I swear to you that in another life, one where people didn't find it an ordinary phenomenon to sell life and put a price on friendship and love, I wouldn't put a price on my friend. You somehow found a way to take a newly bought horse with you into your next life and I have no idea how you'll pay for it. You talk to me about reality and how much things are worth, and you do this. How will you support this animal? Where is this money coming from? Why won't my parents give me the money I need to support Poketa? Why, when they make twice the amount your parents make?
Poketa really wouldn't be happy or put to best use as a pasture ornament. I know that. I know that as a 4-H horse for a 14 year old girl, Poketa will be doing the job she's always been comfortable doing. But I'm losing my friend. When I was so close to ending my life, Poketa was the only thing, many, many times that sustained me. When I had no other friends and no one to talk to, Poketa was there. When I was very young she kept my ego up and made me think I was somebody special. How can I betray her?
Let me give you a small insight into what I'm feeling.
Take your absolutely most cherished pet. Sarah, take Pepper, and Kendra take Tilly. You got this animal when it was young and knew next to nothing. You spent eight years of your life molding the way the animal thinks and acts and you become the ultimate team, and really, that animal is your partner. Death is something terrible and unstoppable. But could you choose to end your life with that partner, CHOOSE to put a price on that friendship and likely never see that friend again? And I've done it. People don't sell their dogs. Not their friends. Not someone you've spent every day with for half of your life. That you've shared all your thoughts and dreams with, and your sorrows.
And for me, an animal is a person. No, they aren't human, and they don't have higher level intelligence, but they are without flaws. They simply exist and enjoy pleasures and avoid pain. They are pure. They are every bit as important to me as human beings. And sometimes more so.
So now take your best friend. Make one up, perhaps. Spend half your life with them. Then, there is no big fight, no end of friendship. You simply sell them into slavery. The end.
How does that feel?
Fuck you.
I miss my horse,
and
I love you with all my heart, Poketa. Forever. I'm sorry.