Here lies Chip, my oldest and dearest friend. I remember when we first met, how he nudged my arm
and snuffled in my pocket for the polos that he knew were in there. When I took a tumble after we were chased by a dog he seemed to feel my fear and trod carefully and surely from then onwards. He whinnied when I arrived at the gate, lifted his feet to be picked out before I asked and instilled in me a pride I never knew before and have never since.
Run free dear Chip, we will meet again. Love Paul