Miniature Shetland Died on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 Hoofprints In The Sand Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be free, To roam the gorge and mountain tops with no one chasing me, I've longed to travel to a place that nature holds to heart, and live a life of freedom that no one can tear apart. To run along the beaches and leave hoof prints in the sand, and feel the water splashing, oh now wouldn't that be grand, To munch the fresh new pasture as it breaks through natures soil, Or even have my ears scratched by a friend forever loyal. But time is running out and I feel darkness has awoke, To cover all the hope and all the dreams of which I've spoke, I feel him walk toward me with that needle in his hand, I close my eyes forever, leaving hoofprints in the sand. Simon Byrne Dear Miley, Thanks for being with us, you mean the world to our family and friends. No other horse will be like you. I’m gonna miss our walks, you eating carrots, you kicking and biting. Wow, you were a cute little brat. Hope you enjoyed life here on our farm. You had a good, short life with us and hope that Heaven is even better and that it has a lot of apples and carrots to eat :P Forever and Always in our hearts, Miley! Love you so much. Your best-friend, Cass

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