A/N: THIS ISNT A SHORT STORY 

ITS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HORSE AND I JUST NEEDED TO WRITE THIS BECAUSE I FEEL REALLY BAD THAT I WASNT THERE FOR HIM WHEN HE DIED.

Dear Connor,

When I found out about you, I was at my worst. Depression was killing me. I was hospitalized when I heard about you actually. I was in a cbat (community-based acute treatment. It's a less strict mental hospital in a house). In a cbat, a family member can come to pick you up once a week for 2 hours. My mom decided to pick me up one day and my friend called saying that she had rescued 2 horses... You and Jett. She had offered you to me. I was so excited to meet you! I begged my mom and my dad to let me take care of you and eventually they said yes. A week later, the cbat people allowed me to go home for the day. My dad wanted to talk to Linda (my friend and owner of a farm) about you and how much it would cost. When I first saw you, I was so happy and at that moment, I knew we would get along. you were so calm, silly, and patient. After I came back from the cbat for good, we spent so much time together. I even taught you how to hug! Then, one day, I had to move and all of that happiness ended. I was devastated.. My mom said I couldn't bring you because you were old and she was afraid you would die on the way there. The day I left you were having an off day. you bit me, stepped on me, and hit me (with your head). That made me sad. When I was leaving for good, I said bye to all the horses.. except you.. I thought you would try to hurt me again. I didn't know it was the last time I would see you.. when I moved, my life went downhill. I did things I shouldn't have done, I got into toxic friendships, and everything was at its worst. So I was shipped to Brazil. In Brazil I was happy and I felt like I fit in. Just one thing missing... No horses. The week of my birthday was the worst week of my life. That day and that weekend was the time my life went to shit. I was fighting a guy over text when I got a call from Linda... I knew something had happened to you right away.. I answered and she told me you had eaten a piece of plastic that someone didn't care to throw away and it torn your insides causing you so much pain. I'm so sorry you died that way.. It should've been peaceful and I should've been there to comfort you.. When Linda told me this, I instantly started crying.. I never got to say goodbye... I cried for a whole week. The pain of knowing you were gone was unbearable. When I went to visit my old city, I went to see Linda. With you gone, it was so quiet. It was so boring and lifeless. You were the one to cheer everyone up.  I loved you so much and I feel terrible that I didn't say goodbye. I never wanted to let you go... I never wanted to stop riding you.. I never wanted to stop grooming your beautiful fur... You were my cure for depression.. a best friend.. someone I could trust.. I will never forget you or the way that you made everyone laugh. I'm sorry it ended this way. I hope you knew that I loved you more than anyone else would.  I guess this is my way of saying goodbye. I hope heaven treats you well.

Sincerely, Liza.

Here are some pictures of Connor that I have...

Linda took that one when he was hugging me.

My first time riding Connor.

Connor didn't like Wilbur the pig very much.

I would only ride him bareback. He was that calm. Literally anyone could ride him.

He was beautiful.. I bought the lead rope and halter for him.

When he first arrived to the farm..

Rest in Peace Connor..

A/N: PLEASE DONT LITTER. IT COSTED MY HORSE HIS LIFE. IF YOU SEE ANYONE LITTER TELL THEM THEY ARE FUCKING HORRIBLE AND SHITTY PEOPLE. Thank youuu, byeeee.