Alexander would not have missed today a special thought for his great friend Hephaistion, died there are a thousand six hundred eighty-six years.
Several significant events for him, for me, for we are occurred on a 10th of the month (first email sent by Alexander, his first comment on this blog, the announcement of his promotion as an emergency physician, etc.).
Today, in a beautiful corner of England, a beautiful colt was born. Whiteoak is handsome, dashing and he probably remembers how his birth was difficult and that many people have spent many hours at the stables, day and night to keep company with her mother ... It was so difficult, so painful that Alexander Bull did not want to stay there ... Now that the foal is here, standing on its already fragile legs, everyone can breathe, take a rest ... We do not think about how a horse can become anxious when something wrong. Those who love horses know how important it is reassuring to know these great concern. How many nights did our friend and past, sitting on straw in the stall of a sick horse, the horse's head on her thighs.
Child, already, Alexander knew how to talk to an animal, how to comfort him. He too has spent many nights sitting on straw, with the head of a horse on the thighs. They had a massage by singing lullabies ... I imagine so! It often happened that he himself is so tired he was found asleep, lying on the straw beside the horse.
This reminds me of another very moving moment. While he was hospitalized with very high fevers, her brother came and spent his days and nights at the bedside of his little brother loved it, our Little Prince, holding her hand. At daybreak, after a night full of anxiety, Charles had fallen asleep, her head resting on the edge of the bed of Alexander, his hand in hers ... When "Dr. Jane" entered the room to come take over and allow Charles to go get some rest, she found him well, sleeping, and ... Alexander, who had awakened, was leaning toward his older brother and he sang pretty lullabies.
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