Title pretty much says it. Cute, fat little Shetland who loved people and mischief and food.. especially food. I'll miss him dragging full size adults into the grain room and wandering loose and knocking down fences so he could get loose.
Thanks, guys.. pony didn't belong to me, he was the barn mascot where I've been for years. I spent quite a few years taking care of him. The best was turning him out by opening his stall door and giving him a smack on the butt, and bringing him in by shaking a pan of grain and running back to the barn . There really are no words for how awesome this pony was. No one knows how old he was, but he had to have been 30+ years old.
I am so sorry for your loss, but am glad to have seen those pictures. You can just tell there was a sense of humor behind those eyes! I can imagine how sad all of the people who loved him are, now. You have my condolences.