Now race through the sky, your big brown eyes are gleaming with mischief and fun.
Your injuries gone, no longer must you wait for the healing that would not come.
My valiant friend, for a paddock cake or two you might have fought a few more days for me, but that is not right for you.
So lift off, you are free! Torch down that next course and show all how the mighty little bay puts the others to shame.
Your coat glistening in the sun, you gallop freely along as light as the air running through your black mane.
The heavens are yours; you are embraced by the Lord! He welcomes you to his manger full of hay.
With a spirit this strong you must adventure on, but I have faith, good friend, that we will meet again some day.
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Kelsea
In Loving Memory of Mighty Mouse
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Mighty Mouse
