- >I had a fluffy for about six months when I was younger.
- >I named her Kibbles. I don't know why. She liked it though.
- >Kibbles loved to go on the swings at the park.
- >Every day, after I'd get off work, we'd walk to the park.
- >I'd boost Kibbles up into the baby swing and help her get her fluffy pony legs through the holes.
- >I'd push her for awhile and listen to her squeals of delight.
- >After getting bored of pushing, I'd pick up her fluffy little body and cradle her in my arms.
- >We'd just sit on the swings while I'd pet her.
- >"I wub you daddy."
- >"I love you too Kibbles. Daddy loves you very much."
- >That love is what made everything even harder.
- >You see, one Saturday morning I received a letter from my landlord.
- >It said that the apartment complex we lived in was being foreclosed on.
- >Kibbles and I would be homeless. I didn't know anyone in the area. We'd just moved there.
- >Knowing that she'd never survive the stress of a move or being homeless, I knew what I had to do.
- >After my last day of work at the gas station, Kibbles and I made our daily trip to the park.
- >I even bought her an ice cream cone. She smiled her goofy, crooked little smile and thanked me.
- >I boosted her up into the swing just like always.
- >This had to be different though.
- >I kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly.
- >In one fluid motion I wrapped the chain around her little fluffy neck and pulled it taut.
- >I saw her tiny legs kicking in the seat as she gasped for air.
- >The veins in her eyes were beginning to bulge from the growing blood pressure.
- >I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth hard to stop myself from sobbing.
- >I gave the chain one good jerk upward and heard a sickening crack as Kibbles' neck broke.
- >Her tongue lolled out of her tiny mouth
- >Blood spilled out of her now slacked jaw.
- >Her eyes glazed over as I watched the light leave them.
- >"Daddy loves you very much Kibbles."
- >I picked her up and carried her back to the house in the grocery bag that I'd gotten from the store.
- >I buried her in the back yard in an unmarked grave.
- >I never had another fluffy pony again.
- >I'm sorry Kibbles.
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