I found this while going through my hard drive. It's probably about a year old, guessing from the content. It gave me feels when I read it, so I figured I'd post it. Unedited, and as it was originally written.

It's a first person story about a mare attending the funeral of her best friend. Things don't really go in any way that could be called "positive".

I don't expect any kind of feedback or response to this, but I'm posting it simply so I can find it when I want to read it later.