So my horseback risking instructor told me yesterday when I went out to the barn, that my favorite pony is about to pass away. She is 34 years old in human years. Ever since I a have been riding there, I have loved that pony to death. That pony is the reason I am still alive today. Every time i see her, she always makes such a sweet little whinnying noise, and it always cheered me up whenever I was feeling depressed and suicidal. She has lost about 400 pounds in 2 months, and I haven't seen her eat anything in weeks. You can count every single rib. And yesterday, my instructor told me that she thinks that this sweet little angel will not be with us for much longer. I have not feel this horrible in my entire life. Ever. She has amnesia now, and she doesn't remember me anymore. She won't make any noise when I'm around her anymore. She didn't even look up when I opened her stall door. It broke my heart. This pony has helped my through so many bad times. She has been my best friend for years now. I got to brush her for probably the last time yesterday. When I walked past her stall for the last time, after I was he my hands, she finally remembered, and looked up, and she made her precious little whinnying noise. That will most likely be the last time I get to hear to ever again. I love you so much, sweet Classy, and now you will be gone. You will always be in my heart.