There was an invisible bond connecting them.
Invisible yet tangible.
The Horse and the man.
Physically -the horse belonged to a rich man.
(You have got to be moneyed if you want to own a horse)
But the horsy-heart belonged to the stable hand, or so it seemed to me.
The young man, the stable hand, belonged entirely to the horse.

There was an invisible bond connecting the horse and the man.
The man who fed, groomed, walked and cared for the horse.
The man whom the horse saw day in and day out, taking care of his needs.
The man the horse interacted with, much more than the owner.
Not that the owner loved the horse any less.
It's just that the horse loved the stable hand much more.
The stable hand who will not get a share of the winnings when the horse galloped across the winning post.
The stable hand who will not stand along with the owner to receive the winning cup.
But the stable hand to whom the horse will return to soothe his weary bones after winning a challenging race.

There was an invisible bond connecting the horse and the man.
A bond that went beyond money.
A bond that went beyond the outward trappings of life.
It had to be....
That's why the horse and the man resemble each other -both handsome and majestic.

Didn't someone say over a period of time, owners and their pets begin to resemble each other because of the love they have for one another?