I volunteer at a rescue barn and got really close to a horse that was beaten in a previous home. I picked her because I am a big man, which is the same size as the guy who beat her, and she was terrified of me. I figured, I'd be the best person to help her. Which I did. While she got better with everyone, she got really close to me. I was the only one who could touch her when she got hurt. She'd grudgingly accept food from people, with the stink eye, but she devoured it when I gave it to her. Well, Friday I got a call while I was at work. She had a seizure and was being put down. I immediately left work. I didn't make it before she was put down, but I was able to be there before she got buried. I got to say goodbye. But the loss of her is devouring me. I'm able to laugh at things, but the majority of the time it hurts. How has everyone else dealt with the loss of a beloved horse?