Have you loved a horse (or a mule, or a donkey) the way FarmWife loves me? Is your equine love with you now, or has the horse of your heart passed beyond the plane of earthly existence, or out of your ownership and control?
I, Fenway Bartholomule, am the second true love in FarmWife's equestrian life. The first, Panda, died in April of 2002 after giving young FarmWife the best start a rider could have. Panda was not the first horse in FarmWife's life, and he was not to be the last. He was not the only good horse, and not the only beloved horse of her childhood, but he was the greatest. Panda was a horse of such noble character that I, Fenway Bartholomule, presently feel compelled to bestow upon him the posthumous and supremely dignified title of Honorary Mule. His Honorary Muleness Panda deserves no lesser accolades.
FarmWife spent nigh on a decade daydreaming of cobby pintos before she noticed two brown ears of particular majesty peering over the back fence. Now, while I can never replace Panda, I share something with him. Something other than bravery, intelligence, and kindness. That something is FarmWife's adoration, her admiration, and her unconditional love. Panda and I fit neatly, side by side, inside her heart.
Who was the horse, or mule, for you? Did you own him, or was she a lesson horse, a leased mule, a borrowed zebra? Do you know him now, or did she pass away? Tell me!
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Ears to your heart horse, wherever he may be, Ears to HHM Panda (may he rest in peace), and Ears to You.