I feel useless. What happened to cause this sadness and depression?

The whinny of my dying horse? Yes, that's something.

But the other is losing a piece of you that you gave to the wrong person.

Xavier had raped me. He'd taken my v-card without my consent. He made me feel dirty and used. But he was the dirty one.

That same day I was called out to the barn where I board to find out my best friend had been poisoned. POISONED. Who'd do such a thing?

She'd ingested freshly mowed grass clippings which are very toxic to horses.

Once Rosalie had taken her last shallow breath, I ran to the back pasture where Big Red, a new stallion, was eating. He stood watch over me, and we kept each other safe. It's crazy how life changed after that.

Xavier went to prison and had a $30,000 fine attached to his back for sexual abuse and rape.

Big Red started training in May and was gelded before he got any of the mares pregnant.