White Stable Academy

Days Of ButterCups Past

-Jessabelle- 2 years ago -

*YAWNS* I sit up in my bed tiredly. My back and arms ache from last night's training. Who new jumping can have a lot of pain? Well, It was my first time jumping on ButterCup. I jump straight out of my bed and sprint to my bathroom. Today I am practicing dressage. I don't really think it's fun, but Mom says it is good to practice.

I turn the water on cold to get up quicker. I hop in and wash my hair. After I wash my body and hair, I turn the water off and step out. I grab my special towel with ButterCup on it. I made it with my gramps laptop. I wrap it around my body and move over to the mirror. I comb out my mid-back brown/blonde hair. I wash my face with warm water and brush my teeth.

I go back into my room over to my closet. I drop my towel and put on my undies and bra. I pull on a plain riding shirt, riding pants, socks, and riding boots. I head downstairs to be greeted by Mother. "Good morning Mom!" I say happily. "Morning Jessabelle. Go outside and bring ButterCup to the arena. We are doing jumping again today,instead." Mom said in one breath.

"YAY! I love jumping. I'll go get ButterCup. Bye Mom!" I yell walking out the house, as I hear a faint 'bye'. I skip over to her paddock, trying not to startle the horses. I come close to her paddock and run over to her. She is laying in the snow. Not moving. I jump the fence and run to her side.

I feel for a heartbeat. Nothing. I feel her breathing...nothing. I double over crying, and eventually start screaming or Mom. I see her figure running towards me, only to stop in her tracks. She stops for a second then full out runs towards me.

"Honey! Are you ok? Whatswrong?" she asked, sympathy dripping in her voice.

"B-B-Bu-Butter-C-C-Cup i-i-s d-d-d-dead." I shout in-between sobs. Mom whips out her small emergency caller, and rings the vet.

"Hello. Yes. It's ButterCup. Yes. Yes, please. Yes. No. No. Yes. Ok, doctor. Yes. Alrighty. Bye."

That is all I hear from the conversation. Minutes later Dr. Covinson comes to check on ButterCup. He asks me qustions, but I refuse to talk. I only cry. An hour and a half later, he confirms she is dead. Mom is going to cremate her, but I want her burried. Mom obeys me and she is now in our yard. Right under my window.

I never talk anymore. I'm too depressed.