Ollie is gone. He took ill in the early hours of Wednesday and died in the early hours of Thursday. He was 25 but in pretty good shape until then. I had had him for 17 years. My little cob loved him too.
Lucky Ollie for having had a stable and loving home for 17 years. Run free, little guy, somewhere you will be young forever.
Hugs to Olliesmum (((())))
What a lucky boy to have been with you and obviously much loved for 17 years. It leaves such a huge hole in your life when they go though. Thinking of you. Run free, Ollie. XX