Sandcreek Black Bar Night Owl
Max
24.05.07 ~ 16.05.12
One of the saddest days of our lives when we had to finally admit defeat and let Max go.
We love him so much but love wasn't enough,
We fought so hard but ran out of fight,
Sleep well dearest Max free from pain.
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Where, in this wide world,
Can man find nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy,
Or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
And strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility.
He has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful,
Nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick,
Nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back,
All our history is his industry.
We are his heirs,
He our inheritance.
The Horse.
Can man find nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy,
Or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
And strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility.
He has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful,
Nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick,
Nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back,
All our history is his industry.
We are his heirs,
He our inheritance.
The Horse.
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