Two years
Today is the anniversary of Alma's death. I had almost forgotten. I feel her fading more and more from my memory. I still miss her, I can barely look at pictures of her without crying, but I can't really imagine what she actually was like anymore. Time passes so quickly. She would have turned three this year. Instead she didn't even get a whole year on this earth. I know it may seem silly for some of you to miss a horse so much, but everybody who has ever loved and lost a pet should understand. I was there when she was born, before that I felt her kick inside Alice's stomach. She was absolutely perfect. It always felt like she was a dream, too amazing to be real.