In memory — and honor — of good horses

I recently saw the Shakespeare Theatre’s excellent production of Richard III. Without going into a review here, I’ll just say this is the play in which Richard loses his horse at the height of battle and realizes his quest for power is doomed. “A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!” goes the famous line from this play.

Ah, but my kingdom was a horse, I imagine those close to Barbaro must feel. My heart goes out to all who surrounded him with affection and only the best of care.

Coincidentally, a friend e-mailed me about the loss of his own horse only two weeks ago, a beloved companion of 10 years who, due to health difficulties of his own, was destined to live out his life as a “lawn ornament,” but still one who will be sorely missed.

May the memory of these majestic animals’ lives be an inspiration for future generations.