arni rip hun

When I hear thunder, I will always loks to the sky and think of you, because it could only be those great hooves that thundered acros the field, will now be doing it across the clouds above.

17.2 and the biggest wuss on the yard, but yet no matter how silly you where, you where so gentle and so sweet, damn grass sickness


Rest in peace beautiful one X

I am so sorry): I know how hard it is