To me, it speaks of the passage of time with our own horses and with David, the love of my life. When I look at David's senior horse Reggie, I don't see his gray temples and loss of muscle tone. I see a younger version of us all.
Reggie at 3 years old, with David and me
When I look at Reggie's grumpy old face, I see Young Reggie, and I see past him to David's first horse. David bought Skipjack as a 3 year old, fresh off the range in Wyoming, and transformed him into a fabulous event horse. We had so many happy years with this great horse.
David and Skipjack
We've always kept our horses all the days of their lives, and tried to give them the best life we could. It's been a great ride. I hope we have many happy rides ahead.
The next time I get all St. Patrick's Day-sloppy-sentimental, I'll tell you about my horses, past and present, Endive, Hans and of course Paj. But I probably won't get all sloppy-sentimental...until next St. Patrick's Day.