…then beggars would ride. This ancient English proverb, dating from the 16th century, suggests that if wishing could make things happen, then even the most destitute people would have everything they wanted. I get this. I know wishing is a waste of time, but still…I wish with all my heart and with every fibre of my being that my stallion Beau was still alive.
I miss him so much.
He is still the one and only.
He died on the 11 of April 2014, at the grand old age of 22, from colic. Beau was the inspiration, no, the foundation, the raison d’etre, of my book:
Below I am riding him with his two sets of reins in one hand, my right hand, as my left wrist is broken, fully confident that he will take care of me no matter what happens.
“Wishes are held to be ominous; according to which belief the order of the world is so arranged that if you have an impious objection to a squint, your offspring is more likely to be born with one; also, that if you happen to desire a squint, you would not get it. This desponding view of probability the hopeful entirely reject, taking their wishes as good and sufficient security for all kinds of fulfilment.”
― George Eliot
Post in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Wish
Equine Guided Growth 
Aww Beau sounds lovely. And I’m impressed at the riding with a broken wrist!
Was back in the saddle 3 days after surgery, the broken bones were fixed with plates and screws.
I get it … what a blessing he was … and it’s clear that he left a huge hole in your heart
So sorry you lost your Beau. He looks like he was a real winner. 😦
He was, and such a gentleman.
I’ve only ridden a horse once, and it was at Boy Scout camp. I guess a city slicker like me doesn’t get many opportunities. You’re making me think about giving it a shot, though. 🙂
Always good to try news things, Austin!
So I am told… 🙂
Beau was a beautiful horse. I love the relationship between horse and rider. Thank you for sharing your photos and thoughts.
He was special, indeed.
You have some lovely memories & photos of Beau though to cherish. It must have been difficult riding with a broken wrist.
Much easier than it could have been, thanks to Beau.
Oh heavens, such photos…it would be marvelous to explore that scenery with an equine friend.
I am sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
That is a beautiful post about Beau.
I found the end quote quite interesting, as this is the first time I came across this one.
One of my favourites.
Ah, I wish you had Beau, too. Having a loving and caretaking horse is one of life’s great pleasures.
Thanks, Janet. It’s not that I do not love the six I have left, it is just that he was special.