A much beloved equine friend of mine was put down yesterday. He features in my gallery quite a few times - Bullet, the closest thing I've ever had to owning my own horse. He wasn't mine, but I loved him as if he was. So, here's a tribute to a friend I loved, a horse who was everything a horse should be.
Bullet.
You were the bravest horse I ever knew. You were old and worn, you'd been through the sales, at times your hooves were cracked and her joints creaked. Your coat was long, thick, and rough. You lacked grace, beauty, elegance, you looked like a donkey compared to the shiny coated show horses we competed against, you had short legs, a