Hi,
My poor old Shetland pony (Skippy) died today. Had him since my boys were toddlers. When they grew too big to ride him I trained him to pull a cart and we spent many happy hours clip-clopping along the lanes. He used to do 20 miles a day sometimes. We would stop for lunch and Skippy would eat the brambles (his favourite). I will miss his cheeky little face and his welcoming whinnie in the mornings. I will bury him in 'the den' which is a rough grassed bit on the farm where he used to gallop and kick his heels up. Goodbye Skip.
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Jacqueline
My poor old Shetland pony (Skippy) died today. Had him since my boys were toddlers. When they grew too big to ride him I trained him to pull a cart and we spent many happy hours clip-clopping along the lanes. He used to do 20 miles a day sometimes. We would stop for lunch and Skippy would eat the brambles (his favourite). I will miss his cheeky little face and his welcoming whinnie in the mornings. I will bury him in 'the den' which is a rough grassed bit on the farm where he used to gallop and kick his heels up. Goodbye Skip.
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Jacqueline
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