3 Days Later It has been three days and I still haven't heard or seen Dakota. I'm starting to worry about her. I pace back and forth back and forth by the fence closest to where she was brought. Sunrise has been depressed. I walk over to her to comfort her. She looks up at me with a sad look. "Dad is Mommy gonna die?" "No, no, she will be just fine," I say. Sunrise nods but she is still sad. I walk over when I hear some talking. "I don't know if the mare is gonna make it," I hear someone say, my heart skips a beat. Suddenly a guy runs out of the barn and shouts, "The mare's heart has stopped." I stand there letting this sink in. M-my Dakota is-is dead. I sink to the ground. How will I survive? I can't survive without her. I close my eyes picturing her beautiful eyes when she is Sasha a

