I'm never going to know you now, but I'm going to love you anyhow
Claire sold Daisy. I have been crying inconsolably for the last hour, going through fits of disbelief, loss and, more often than most, anger. I can't fucking believe Claire. We had an arrangement; Daisy was ours for the summer. But she just disregarded us again, disregarded the fact that we were paying for her board to ensure she didn't get sold during the summer. She didn't even bother to call us, as is protocol, to see if we were planning on buying her. I guess those years and years of volunteering that Kaileen and I have both done mean absolutely nothing to her. I can't fucking believe this. I don't know if I even want to go back up with Kaileen on Sunday. How can I possibly face Claire without wanted to throttle her?
Daisy and I had a connection. I was the only one who knew all her itchy spots, and she was always happy to participate in a mutual back scratch. She would follow me out to the field and back and was constantly jealous if I paid even the least bit of attention to another horse. It didn't matter that I was too short to reach her back, or that her legs weighed more than I do, or even that it took me a ridiculously long time to get her white coat clean, I loved Daisy more than I do most people.
She sold my horse. She sold my Daisy, my snuggle slag, my fat bottomed girl, my Daisy Duke. And I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Enjoying a mutual back scratch with Hope.
