Beau

When we visited the farm last year I was a little taken aback that Joe, the big black horse that had always been there had died - apparently at the ripe old age of thirty five. I'm not a horse fan (don't dislike them either) - it was just that Joe (Joseph on a Sunday) had always been there - for all of my conscious memory there was a big black horse in the bottom field when you walked down past the barn. It wasn't a big dramatic moment - just a recognition of the passing of something I'd never really thought about, something that had just always been.
This is Beau - quite categorically not Joe's replacement - small white & well, dull. Not a lot of personality. Did like apples though - so who knows give it another thirty plus years...