It’s incredibly quiet here. For twenty three years I’ve heard the whinny of a horse every time I stepped outside. Now, the silence is deafening. I miss that demanding voice, but most of all I miss Bean’s eyes. Beanie had enormously expressive eyes. He would look at you and you could instantly tell what his mood was. Feisty, full of himself, compassionate, serious …. his eyes were the window to his soul. In the picture above The Bean was feeling blue. I took this shot shortly after I lost Tia and he missed her dearly. I would catch him staring wistfully off into space with a look that made me think he wondered where Tia had gone and why she’d left him behind. I think he knew it was only a matter of time before he would join her.
I miss the Bean. And although I believe he’s in a better place, my heart aches with his loss. Yesterday I watched Bullet and Dharla gallop down back, manes and tales streaming in the wind, playful kicks thrown here and there as they ran. It made me think of Tia and Bean and how they did the same thing so many years ago. I hope wherever they are they’re together and happy. And once in awhile I hope they think of the life they shared with us …. until we meet again.