2) THE HORSE BROKE THROUGH OUR KITCHEN DOOR—AND I WOKE UP TO A NIGHTMARE
Oscar must’ve sensed her and came to get help. I gave her food and called the sheriff. She clung to me, not wanting to leave. Eventually, she did—but I made sure to get the social worker’s number. That day, something shifted. We’d been focused on money struggles, house repairs, and long hours. But Oscar reminded…
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