He's gone!

They took him away! How could they? I've been so upset, I can barely think straight.

The grey. That's who I'm talking about. The handsome grey in Kia's stall. Beau. That was his name. Isn't that beautiful? It fits him. He's such a gentle, sweet guy. He just nosed me softly and nickered at me quietly. And now he's gone!

I don't know where they took him, if he's gone forever, if he'll be coming back. I don't know anything. I was such a wreck that I made an awful mess of my stall. My mom was pretty shocked when she saw it. One whole side of it was soaked and the other was just full of trampled bits of manure and I don't care! I'll live in filth! What does it matter now?

She gave me my alfalfa and eating it at least gave me something else to think about. But now I'm back in my stall and there's a big empty stall next to me. No Beau, not even Kia. It's probably Spencer's fault. Spencer hated him and treated him horribly. He probably drove him away.

I got to go out with Sparky for a while today. That was nice. Spark understands. He nuzzled me a lot and tried to cheer me up with some bite face. I love Spark. He's such a good friend. I did feel a little better after that. At least I know someone is still here who cares about me. And Mom let me stop and sniff noses with Chip and that was nice. I do like Chip, too. And he never goes away and he really likes me too. But it's not the same. Beau was my Dream Horse.

If Kia was here, at least I could talk to her about it. She'd understand. I'm surrounded by geldings though and they don't know what it's like to be a young mare in love. I think I'll just go out in my paddock and be miserable. But if Mickey is cribbing, he'd better watch it because I'll tear his head off!