Tony was the first horse I had ever bonded with. I loved him so much. I knew he was old and could barely move. I just can't get over that dreadful day. It was about noon when I got an email. It was from my dad. It had a picture that I looked at, a dead horse, Tony. I started to cry. NO,No,no. I don't want him gone.
That's very odd...he didn't warn you ahead of time? That sounds kinda harsh but maybe we just don't know the whole story, I hate to judge anyone if I don't know them!
Anyways, sorry for your loss, they tend to work a way into our hearts!