I ain't one to dwell on loss. It's a sorry business. But I ain't one to sit and have tea with a talking pony neither. Though I did.
Fluttershy and I talked. The little thing seemed insistent on sharing grief together after the fishing trip. Even here in paradise grief still exists. She talked about the good number of animals that have died whilst she tried to care for them. Sick ones and old.
I talked about my horse. I couldn't talk about the others. It hurt too much.
She has a rabbit called angel. I don't think he's much of an angel though. So I named him Sean.