02/22/2025
The Ranch had to say goodbye to one of our oldest friends the other night.
It really makes you reflect on how special it is to experience horses and the gifts that they bring to our lives.
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Horses are such a gift.
If you have ever had the privilege to connect with one, love one, you know this, you feel this.
This horse was one of those extremely special ones.
And we were lucky enough to have him with us for over 20 years.
He was the most confident horse that I have ever met. Ever.
He had an aura and a pressence that exuded, "I am here and I am not afraid."
Which is a rare.
He would run down a wolf.
Broncs would buck right towards him.
Brahma bulls would try and hook him.
And he would pin his ears and tell the world this is my space, and I am unmoveable.
He is the only horse I know that was not afraid of our terrifying Canadian moose.
He came to us as a green broke c**t and gave me the opportunity to learn that I could really train a horse.
He tore his entire tendon sheath at the age of five and when I was told he would never be sound again... I discovered the gift of energy healing and I worked on him myself. And he never took another lame step.
When I was invited to carry flags for the first time at the Canadian Finals Rodeo, we didn't try out and I maybe hauled him to one amatuer rodeo before our debut. And he was a rock. 20 thousand fans cheering, sparks flying, and tight spaces. He kept me safe and made us look professional.
He wasn't the smoothest horse, he was big, he wasn't terribly affectionate, but he was everything we needed whenever we needed it.
He loved to nip calves on the bum when they were walking too slow.
He had fancy buttons to the point that he could teach you how to ride a broke horse, yet forgiving enough to not dump you on your head if you made a mistake.
Each of our family members rode him, yet my favorite was watching him with my dad.
His favorite place to be was in the lead.
He was incredibly careful at brandings and he tried his best to be a barrel horse.
We always joked that he was our modern day war horse. Because we knew he would run into a burning building or a battlefield if we asked.
Because that's what Amos did, he tried and he kept you safe.
And although I may have saved him from colic over ten times in the passing years (yes you read that right), he tried his hardest to stay with us this last time but it was different.
And I told him he could go.
He had 25 years of chasing moose, coyotes, wolves, cows, broncs and dreams.
The ranch feels a bit emptier without him, but he's now resting looking over the lake.
Thank-you for the gift of your pressence Amos.
You taught us all so much.
