I just realized this morning that this spring Lacey is turning 25.
I have no clue when her birthday is so last year I kinda decided that it was in May because May is a pretty month. But yeah, she's old.
It makes me kinda sad to realize that because, mathematically, when you round 24 you get 20 and 20 isn't TOO old but when you round 25...there's really no way to get around that 25 turns into 30 and that 30 is old.
It just kinda feels like it's all downhill from this year, the beginning of the end, so to speak. And I hope to goodness that I'll have ten more years with her because I feel like I've barely started to know her. And I want to be able to baby her completely and ridiculously (more so than I already do) for AT LEAST the last two years of her life so she can't die before I'm richer and can board her (or have her at home) in a swanky barn with daily turn out when the weather is nice, and big box stalls for her to be in at night and it rains/is windy/snows, whatever. This barn also must have other older horses for her to be buddies with and it must also have people who will adore her personality as much as I do. None of this "she's so feisty and annoying!" junk, that's ok for me to say but that's because I "own" her.
I'll obviously need at least three years to find this perfect barn.
I don't want my baby doll to be old! *stomps foot* And then her dumb old owner telling me she was 21 until I was so emotionally invested in Lacey that I could care less that she was really 23, when I found out the truth.
Darn it anyway.