I think I possibly aged a bit more in the last several weeks. A turn of events I was not expecting, but knew at some point I would have to face. My princess pony passed with no visible signs other than slowed down, lethargic, and did not want to eat. She was never a fan of the extreme heat, but who is? I received a call while at my 2nd gig, she laid down and died. It was the phone call I did not want. Rushing out, I headed that way to a harrowing experience. They had already hoisted her in the truck, and upon arriving, I ran to the truck, threw my leg up on the bumper that was 4 feet off the ground, put my hand in the air to be pulled up, and did some Spider-Man move that only adrenaline can account for. Devastated is the only word to describe the emotions. Telling her, "go find grandpa" ( my dad). He has you now, Bruce'ms will show you the way." Inconsalable. She took her last breath alone, a guilt I can not let go of. I was with her the evening before and even rod...
