Monday, 29 October 2007
My horse, Basil, has died - he wasn't really mine, but he was my choice pick every fortnight, for the past 3 years. He was such a gentleman; not a stunner in looks (he actually had a horsey form of Cushings, which kept him shaggy most of the year), but such a sweet disposition; he would lift his feet for me to pick out, and give me a nuzzle when I brushed his head. His gaits were as smooth as the smoothest of cream, so responsive off my aids and he had a lovely way of pricking up his ears as I placed him over jumps. It was very hard to catch a different horse last week; I bawled my eyes out.
I will miss him very much.