does it get any cuter?

Going through old folders, I found this picture.
Even though I posted it somewhere, sometime
on the Daily Coyote
I’m cross-posting it here.
{she’s not mine}
THE CUTENESS.
It mustn’t be ignored.

Comic Relief : Frisco Finds A Hose

Final Ride

Houdini died yesterday.

He was Mike’s horse. These men and their horses…. it’s something to behold.
The relationship is so intimate.

Mike raised Houdini from birth; I can only imagine how many thousands of miles those two traveled together over the course of three decades, breaking trails through true wilderness, through youth and love and birth and death and new wildernesses, new challenges, new loves, more death.

Words don’t solve the pain of loss, but the words I heard myself saying to Mike – words I didn’t know until I heard myself speaking them – were words I knew I would need to remember:

It would be worse if they lived longer than we did. If they did, we would never know – and never be able to control – how they were treated when we were gone. That would be harder to bear.