You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink," is an old saying that is not exactly true, because anybody that's ever been around horses would know if the horse didn't want to go to water then it wouldn't.

My uncle who was very fond of horsed, loved his black horse to an extent that I understand. He unfortunately suffered an accident and is no longer with us; however his faithful horse after realizing he would never see his best friend again stopped eating. He made a strange sound as if the pain was too strong to ignore. He’s sad eyes lurking from the stables would only broadcast the instability his heart couldn’t bare anymore. He’s eyes resembled the pain the members of our family had at that particular moment. He was to weary, walking wasn’t an option anymore, he died of sadness. When I stand near a horse I find myself talking to a soul that listens and understands, which explains my obsession.  

Horses are the dolphins of the plains, the spirits of the wind; yet we sit astride them for the sake of being well-groomed, whereas they could have all the desire in the world to bolt, but instead, they adjust their speed and grace, only to please us, never to displease.
- Lauren Salerno

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The history of mankind is carried on the back of the horse.

Diana :)