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In Memory
Way out there past the western wind, beyond the stars at night, there’s tales of hoof prints on the clouds upon that sea of white. And I’ve seen shadows cross the sun in dappled greys and blacks like horses in the western sky with angels on their backs. They say “up there” it’s always green the streams are wide and clear. The cold north wind can never blow, in fact, it’s spring all year. If horses souls just roam off and they never really die, then I know one who waits for me beyond that western sky. So God must be a cowboy, even if it’s just at heart, why else would He make snowy peaks that point up to the stars, a cowhorse for a best friend like the one I’m missing now and fill the sky with angels who leave hoof prints on the clouds....
Mac 1985~2008
Asbaab 1984~2004
July 1993: Coming out of racing (!!!) In a terrible state and very nearly PTS... tendons broken down and total muscle wastage. Azzi was also a chronic wind-sucker.
Aug '93: Four weeks on...getting there!
The following summer... enjoying a canter with George & Becky! All well and a wonderful boy... R.I.P Azzi xx
