I remember when a very good friend of me died, last fall.
He was a... horse. A gelding. I liked him very much. And I also knew him about years.
It happened one day, that he lost weight.
I asked very scared: "
Why does he lose weight? "
His owner said: "It's because of his waterworks. There's a problem. That's why he is anorectous. But we do everything to help him!"
A week later he looked a bit better, but I still saw his ribs
...
And the owner said: He could be healed in one or two weeks!
My gelding also ate more
And I was so glad, he did.
Then I got vacation. In this time I didn't go to the court...
I'm so ashamed, I didn't...
I thought, I have vacation now. Time to get out with friends and just have fun etc.
After vacation I called the owner because of the gelding...
I asked the owner: "How is him?"
And the owner answered: "Yes... I tried to get through to you because of him..."
And I felt something terrible in this short moment somewhere... deep in my heart...
"He isn't alive anymore."
That's just a pain which cannot be described...
It took about four months to handle that...