Tribute to a Great Friend

| 1/29/2014 9:33:00 AM

Life and Adventures at Diamond W RanchOK, it’s too cold to do much outside today. Critters are fed and heat lamps on. So, time to write a bit about the loss of a great friend. I have needed to do it for a while. I think it will be therapeutic. This was a really good friend.

His name was Lakota. He was a big paint gelding. I remember the for-sale ad up on the bulletin board of Weber Hall at Kansas State University, where I was a student. “For Sale – Paint Gelding. 15 years old. Broke to ride. Make offer.” I called the phone number and we went to see him.

After a short drive out into the country east of town, we came to a little old stone house at the end of a dead-end dirt road. The owner took us out into the pasture to meet the horse for sale. He stood alone in a large pasture, big and beautiful. The gentleness in his eyes was immediately apparent.

“If you want to saddle him up, go ahead,” said the owner. I took another look at those eyes, grabbed a halter and lead rope, and jumped up on his bare back. Perfect. He was perfect.

“What’s his name?” Doug asked.

“George,” came the response. OK, so that part wasn’t perfect.