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// Euthanasia 
// Story: Words Unspoken 
// by wille179 
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Winona to Applebloom:


Why, Little Apple?






Winona stretched her stiff muscles in three of her legs. Her fourth leg was carefully held rigid, minimizing the pain it felt. Satisfied as much as she could be at her advanced age, she settled down by the blazing fire, and drifted off to sleep.

She awoke curled up next to the one she knew as Little Apple, and Little Apple was upset. Why was she upset? Was it the strange stallion in the back of the room that had made her sad? Winona did not know.

What she did know was that it was her duty to cheer Little Apple up. She snuggled closer to to Little Apple, and Little Apple did the same to Winona.

The elderly canine caught a pleasant scent. Cheese. Little Apple had Cheese! Winona yipped, excitedly asking for the cheese from the sad mare. Little Apple obliged, placing the cheese cubes in front of Winona's muzzle. The dog eagerly crawled forwards, yelping as her bad hip gave a sharp stab of pain, but continuing anyway. Winona stuck her tongue out, wrapping it around the cheese cube before pulling it back into her mouth.

At the same time, the strange stallion had moved around behind her. She paid him no mind. What she did pay attention to was the sudden, sharp pain in her side, much like that time she had been stung by a bee. Winona whipped her head around, looking back to see a clear cylinder floating away in a cloud of yellowish grey magic. She tried to bark, but the sound came out strange. She barked again, but it barely came out as a whimper.

The world dimmed. Winona felt so tired. She looked at Little Apple, who looked back at Winona with eyes flooded with grief.

The world went black.