I don't know how old Beau
was when the first part of his life ended. I do know that his second life
with me began on September 7, 1987.
Beau left this earth in peace knowing how much he was loved. He's buried
in his favorite field. I still see him when I look out the window. I hear
him when he groaned and moaned in joy as he rolled from side to side. I hear
his hoofbeats as he ran through the fields, rejoicing in his freedom
from pain. I hear that glorious "all's right in the world" sound of him
rhythmically eating his hay. I hear every variation of his whinnies and nickers.
I still feel what it was like when we rode, how a horse and a human become
one. And I can feel that soft, warm nose nuzzling in the crook of my arm
and his breath kissing my face, always grateful, always thankful for his
second life. Beau's spirit lives everywhere...but mostly it lives inside
me.
I felt such overwhelming pain and emptiness at his loss. But I also
feel, and always will feel, ever-lasting gratitude that I met, and loved,
my beautiful Beau.
You can read Beau's full story at his website,
A Second
Life for Beau
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Beau 
