Butterfly...consider yourself lucky...look at me...a total looser...one friend...and all that ever happens to me is I get yeled at...hated...watching my parent both die was horrible...but this is worse...so you best consider yourself lucky...you were not the purpose of the horses that died...it was their selves...how many friends you have? Many...many...the all love you...but who loves me? None...my parents hated me...they did not want to care for me...so they decided to kill themselves...they thought i was a stupid colt...just because I could not stand the first 12 hours like my evil brother...who got up right after birth...he ran off...since me and my parents were good...and he came out evil...so please dont kill yourself...if anybody was meant to die, it would be me...