He looked like he could use a name, so I gave him one. I named him Stuart.
Oh, I am sure he probably had a name — if he was loved. I was hoping that he didn’t have one of those dumb names that they give to horses like “Eats Crackers in Bed” or “Thoroughly Listless in July.” I mean, how can you expect a pet to come running to you when you call it something like that? It’s just ridiculous.
What if we had names like that? Can you imagine?
“Oh, here’s my co-worker ‘Sleeps on the job’,” or “I’d like to introduce you to my friend ‘Had an Affair in Jamaica’.” On second thought, maybe it’s a good idea. Maybe we would behave better if we knew that we got named by how we acted.
Anyhow — I didn’t see him that long. I was just passing through. But somehow we connected. Animals are like that. I believe they have spirits just like we do.
He looked right at me. He stood still for me. Our spirits connected for a brief moment in time. I grabbed my camera and took his picture. And that is when I knew that I had to give him a name. He could never be “that horse in the picture.” Not to me. He deserved more than that.
And that is why I named him. His name is Stuart. Isn’t he beautiful!