The last few days have hit me hard, if that's not an inappropriate phrase. Three of my friends have lost their lovely horses, Violet, Dusky and Ocean, and the trial of the man who killed Juma has reminded me of just how much of a burden it was waiting so long for the proceedings to take place, and how unfair it all seems to lose your pony in those circumstances; someeone's absolute stupidity. Basically, I miss Juma and no sentence, high or low, can replace him.
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It was not just about my beautiful pony, but about the joyous life that he was able to lead.
