Cottonwood Meadows Ranch

My coming three year-old American saddlebred stallion working at liberty with my daughter. He’s a little torn between coming to see me and spending time with her. I trained them to hand movements in the round pen so they know what means direction and what means motion and then we use that to get them to do things out in their field which is where he is right now.

We are feeling devastated. Our not so little “Kendol” didn’t make it despite his incredible strength and determination along with all of Aidan’s and my determination and hours of up most of the day and night feedings. He had a heart that wouldn’t quit and was trying to stand even when he couldn’t keep himself upright once we got him there! I think that is the hardest part, knowing he never gave up trying. The diahrea just took to much out of him. He got to nap outside in beautiful sunshine with his mum and he got lots of hugs and loving (and hand fed milk) from us….Sometimes all you can do is just not enough. RIP little warrior. Aidan went from calling him Ken to calling him Spirit. Very apt!