MY SEARCH CONTINUES TO FIND BEAU
Unfortunately I was unable to complete this web page because of the sudden and untimely death of my very special and beloved friend, my Arabian horse, Khomet on 13 April 2008. Khomet was only 17 years old. As you can see from this recent photo, Khomet was a very healthy horse.
What makes it even harder is that Khomet and Beau were extremely close too. If you look at the videos on the Media Stories web page, you will see my beautiful Khomet, and the other members of Beau's family.
We have all missed Beau so very much. I can not imagine how Beau has coped being forcibly taken away from everyone and everything he loved in his life.
Dealing with the media has been extremely difficult for me, but Khomet, my special Arabian friend was always there beside me. He was very protective of me, as Beau was. They are very similar in nature, even though Khomet is a horse and Beau is a dog.
Despite everything that I have tried to do to find Beau, all the family he knew, except for me, his mum, have died since he was stolen from us more than 6 1/2 years ago. I am certain this has not helped me cope with Khomet's sudden and untimely death.
Never again will Beau be able to come for walks with Khomet and me.
Never again will I be able to go for walks with my very special, gentle, loving Arabian friend, Khomet. Never again will I be able to feel Khomet's kisses and the gentle way he touched my face and nibbled my shoulder. Never again will I be able to brush Khomet, feed him, hold him, kiss him and tell him how very much I loved him. Never again will I be able to smile as he tossed his beautiful Arabian head in the air. Never again will I hear his banging on the door to give him his carrots.
I have decided to dedicate this web page to Khomet.
Too many humans dismiss grief so quickly and so easily, especially when the grief relates to an animal.
The apathy towards 'missing' animals in Australia is appalling.
These are some words from the book 'Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart' written by Gordon Livingston, M.D.
"Even now, 13 years later, words cannot contain the grief that has been my companion since that awful day".
This is the way I will feel for every day of my life about that awful day Khomet died, that awful day each member of Beau's family died, and that awful day Beau was stolen.
Gordon Livingston also writes:
"Like all who mourn I learned an abiding hatred for the word "closure", with its comforting implications that grief is a time-limited process from which we all recover.
The idea that I could reach a point when I would no longer miss my children was obscene to me and I dismissed it."
Dare I say it again .. Khomet and Beau and my animal family are my children. In this 'Me, Me, Me' society, I am proud to say that Khomet and Beau and my animal family are more important than me.
As I have already provided a great deal of information on this website, I have decided to focus my available time now on completing the writing of a book about my experiences searching for Beau. I have a written copy of every email and letter I have received and sent as well as a considerable amount of research material. I have lived these experiences. I believe the way I have been treated by other human beings in my search for Beau is a reflection of the society in which we now live. My search for Beau is not an ordinary 'lost dog' story.
By the way, I haven't stopped searching for Beau. It's not over yet.
