Island Fyre, Isla, you were born at 2am on a starry, starry night on San Juan Island. I loved you the moment I saw you. You were a feisty little one!
We moved off the Island together and started a long journey. You and Katie were the only constants in my life. I could go to you and you always understood.
When we moved to Woodway, you loved it! You ran around your pasture, knowing every turn, every tree, every move! You were so beautiful to watch...your tail flying high and your head so graceful. After a long run around the pasture, you would look so majestic while you would snort and come trotting toward me. I was never, ever worried that you wouldn't stop and we would breath into each other's noses.
I especially loved going out to the pasture and sitting next to a tree and you, Jr. and Nootka would all come and be by me. We could just be together. I miss you everyday, my beautiful mare...