Description: Regular as dusk and dawn, an elderly mare visits the stallion who's earned her love and devotion.
No, really, I didn't need that last shred of masculinity I had left. Go ahead and use that one thing I had to watch take many members of my family. Anyone have a tissue?
My eyes got a little bit misty, and that's an accomplishment, heartless bastard that I am.
Dear Blogger. Please let my comment go through this time? Thanks.My wife wrote this for me, believe it or not. Needless to say, I cried like a tiny baby man.- Pride
A sad yet sweet story. Growing old is something that I've had a personal experience with. My father's father passed away last February. He'd been living with my parents for the previous year, and I was at home last summer working for my dad. I got to spend a lot of time with him, something that I hadn't been able to do much of growing up.He would tell me stories of my dad, of himself growing up, of my grandmother, who had proceeded him in death ten years prior. He always teared up when talking about her. It wasn't easy for him, he missed her so.I don't know why I'm talking about this, as it really doesn't have anything to do with this story itself, I just felt like sharing, because this story touched that part of me, and I wanted to remember.We can never take anything for granted. I liked this.
A sweet, sad and innocent story.
Confound these brilliant story writers.They drive me to feel emotion.I hate it when that happens. -_-
Based on the comments, I can guess this is a lot like /b/'s only weakness...
Just one question: what's wrong with Big Mac? I was wondering if it was Alzheimer's, but I get the feeling it's probably something else.Or something made up?
Oh... oh man. This... Argh, why are so many of the -good- fics so emotional...?This was excellent.
@Major Rains:Small, illiterate kittens?
Why'd you have to go and write something as endearing as this. This is great. I has a happy kind of sad.
Yep. Sad.Seems mostly like Alzheimer's with the drifting in and out.
@Display NameI meant "My Mommy Forever" You know, that little kid's book that always results in tears whenever it's posted on /b/?
Its' like that, the old ones. You walk in the room and they are happy to see you...whoever you are. They act like nothing is wrong, like they know you, and they try to be polite but with their old age comes more than just forgetfulness, and they ask, "I-I'm sorry, but do I know you?" and trying to hide the hurt in your voice, you squeeze out that you are a friend of their sons. You don't dare tell them that your actually their grandson, and just smile as they ramble on. You ask the same questions over and over and get the same replies. They don't know that they can't remember and it pains you to know that their memory has been damaged by some stupid disease of the brain and that they remember nothing of the goo times. Then, recognition permeates their face and their wrinkles form a wonderous smile, and you blister up with hope. You try to shove every thing in, ask about every thing that you couldn't before, and they talk for a moment and you hope it will last forever, you hope to drag it out. But you know you can't control the memory, you know it only pops up for a few seconds and you have to use every minute like it was precious water in a desert. And then, it's gone. Fades away into nothingness, and your sitting there with a 'stranger', asking the same questions as before. Every day until the final rest arrives. Forever.
Oh man this was an amazing story. Such a sad way for one a strong as Big Mac to go that way but.....oh well. Awesome story.
It is just a sweet story of an average day of someone who will love another until the end of time no matter what.
WTFHIW told me to read this, I just so happened to hit 5 stars and cry
This is a great story, but why is it in the archives under Applebloom?
@TwixIncest the only thing I can think of.... and it concerns me....
Why is this story in the archives twice?
Made me cry...