Waving Goodbye to Benedict

This beautiful old horse is about to go away on his holidays.
He was never mine, he belongs to Oscar.
Unfortunately Oscar isn't too well right now
and the family have decided that Benedict should be
sent on holiday for a while.

I'll miss him and my twice-daily visits to him,

the wonderful way he greets me, frisks my pockets

and head butts me in affection

as I tell him what a fine and handsome horse he is.   

He will miss the pony nuts, carrots, apple and polo mints.

I love you, Benedict.

Come back safe and sound in the Spring.

xxx
(Sobbing silently into my hanky
and preparing to put a brave face on for the grandchildren,
especially Merry, who loves him almost as much as I do.)