Go to grocery store for $2 item.
Have phone conversation with potential Izzy buyer.
Immediately impulse buy white rolls and chocolate cream pie.
This can't go on.
As much as she scares me, as much as I love Cuna, she's still my pony mare who I invested in, heart and soul, for the past three years. I know it's time to move on, but the closer that gets to reality, the more batty I feel.
This is an old picture from the first summer I had her, and I've always loved it. She's just so cute and perky and interested.
I know what needs to happen. It will happen. It's just hard, day to day, minute to minute. I never thought it would be like this--she was always going to stay with me forever, and now she isn't.