I don't remember how old I was when i first realized there was a big, blue thing above me. I don't recall when I first learned what it was called either. But I do know that it has become the namesake of my most prized possession; and for that, I am greatful to this thing called the sky.

Sticking closely to her mother within the rusting confines of an old stock trailer, Skye and her Dam Chestnut made their journey one hot june day from the southern Georgia sands all the way to the northern...