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| The old man out to do what he does best: EAT. |
It’s that time of year when the birthdays come raining down in a deluge of celebrations, presents, cake, and well-wishes. Kicking off the birthdays in our family is Stoney. Yes, Stoney is a horse, but he is as good as any family member worth honoring. Not exactly one of my children, more than a companion animal, a special sort of friend who has never said a word to me… and such an important presence in my life. See why Stoney is so exceptional?
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| He still enjoys a good brushing, especially around his birthday when he sheds like CRAZY. |
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| Stoney and me, since 1998. |
I don’t know how long Stoney will stick around in this mortal form. It’s a reality all animal owners must face–that it’s possible to witness the entire lifecycle of the animals we love so much, which is, in many ways, a miracle and a curse. I’ve known Stoney since he was two and now he’s twenty-seven going on elderly. His purpose has changed over the years, but not our bond. Perhaps it’s cliché to claim I’m friends with an animal. If it is, I’m a regular Disney princess because Stoney’s been there through it all.
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| Is there anything more satisfying than watching a horse graze? |
