Horse Amour Angels 

Blue Spirit

September 5, 2000

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of Heaven is a farm called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies-- one that has been especially close to someone here, that animal goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and fields for all of our special friends, for them to run and play together. There is plenty of feed, clear water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable; fear, pain and worry free.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and the vigor of youth. Those who were abused, hurt or maimed become confident, strong and sound again, just as we would want to remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one thing; they all miss someone very special who had to be left behind. That someone was kind, gentle and loving. That someone was the one who saw in them something special, took the extra step and reached out and touched with love.
The animals all run and play together, but the day comes when suddenly they stop and look into the distance, ears pricked, eyes intent, eager bodies quivering. Suddenly they begin to run, hooves and paws flying over the green grass, legs carrying them faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friends finally meet, you celebrate in joyous union, never to be parted again. The happy touches rain upon you, muzzles and noses searching your pockets. Your hands caress beloved heads and you look once more into the sweet, trusting eyes of your special loves, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart...
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.


November 28, 2000


August 20, 2001


January 19, 2002


November 20, 2002

Somewhere... somewhere in time's own space
there must be some sweet pastured place
where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
some Paradise where horses go
for by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again...

Don't cry for the horses
that life has set free
a million white horses
forever to be
Don't cry for the horses
now in God's hands
as they dance and they prance
to a heavenly band.
They were ours as a gift
but never to keep
as they close their eyes
forever to sleep
Their spirits unbound
on silver wings to fly
a million white horses
against the blue sky
Look up into heaven
you'll see them above
the horses we lost
the horses we loved
Manes and tails flowing
they gallop through time
they were never yours
they were never mine
Don't cry for the horses
they will be back someday
when our time is come
they will show us the way
Do you hear that soft nicker
close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses...
Love the ones that are here.


June 28, 1982- March 24, 2003


March 24, 2003


March 24, 2003


complete eulogy

March 24, 2003


July 3, 2003


April 5, 1969-May 19, 2003

No riding instructor has been luckier than I have been, to have had the partners in teaching that I have had over the years. My old horses have taught me what a horse can give to a child, and I know that their memories are with my students and my children, forever. Life seems cruel that we should have our horses for such a very short time; but also generously bittersweet that we could have that time spent with such wonderful animals as have passed through the gates of Horse Amour.


April 15, 2004

Zippy "Little Bighorse"

January 28, 2005


July 7, 2006

Sarge's Pepper
November 2007
Royal Rain
March 26, 2009- June 4, 2009
The littlest angel. She was the sweetest, gentlest, most beautiful little soul. Everyone loved her for the short time we had her with us.
Billy Goat Gruff
May 10, 2011
November 1, 2012