...and his name is Pal. ..aka
I've been spending some time with an old friend lately. We've been pals since '88.
He's the strong, silent type... with an appetite for hay, apples, carrots, cabbage, fresh grass, oats and potato peelings. Nonetheless... I never knew how much I missed watching him run towards me, hearing his excited horse voice and brushing his coat. I "see" him all the time... (as I drive away). I'm always in a hurry and forget to give a pat on the back.
Don't forget to stop and smell the roses? How 'bout don't forget to stop and see the friendship.