Having a bit of a dozy day. It was a pretty bad day, actually. Our Nanny Mare was PTS this morning. Well, totally by accident, I was there when it happened.
Still feeling pretty low about it... Had to go give my boy a big hug and have a cry with him.
“His name is Max, and he's a Norwegian Fjord X Arab. He’ll be four in June. I have about a month to see if I can make it work and make him mine. Have to see if he chooses me too, and whether I'll do him justice.” (1st May, 2006)
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