09/22/2026
Three years ago (yesterday), we said goodbye to Faith. She was our first horse and for me, she was perfect. Not to say she was always sweet - she had a mare stare that could make humans and other horses think about running to the next county - but she always started with the stare and rarely felt the need to do more than that. Faith was so protective of her riders and her herd mates. She preferred humans to other horses (fairly sure that this was because she considered herself more savvy and wise than the other horses and she was probably right). She would hang out with a group of people listening to them talk for hours.
When we first met Faith, she was ….not attractive. She had dark varnish coloring running up her face and most of her hind end (which you saw a lot of because she would turn her butt toward you when you entered her stall). But as she aged, the varnish faded, her coat became a very light gray and her legs, mane and tail remained jet black. And she had a muscular bo**ie that would put any quarter horse to shame. I know I was always biased but I thought she grew into one of the most beautiful horses ever.
Faith was so protective of her riders and her herd mates. She preferred humans to other horses (fairly sure that this was because she considered herself more savvy and wise than the other horses and she was probably right). She would hang out with a group of people listening to them talk for hours. Through the years Faith took care of us while we learned to ride, would pop over fences but would casually veer around it if she felt her rider was off balance or just too scared to jump. She went to shows (which she really didn’t like to do ) as the exact same horse she was at home. Faith stood sweetly when we had bad days and cried into her neck. I would come home from a business trip, exhausted and stressed, and as soon as I buried my head into neck and smelled her sweet smell, that stress truly melted away.
Faith adored pears and when we bought Rosewood, I promised her i would plant a pear tree for her. This year the tree finally had a few pears grow on it. I plan to feed one to Annie who was her adoring paddock mate for the last few years of her life and to leave the others in her paddock for the deer that also hung out there with her.
I still miss Faith every day but I am so grateful for the years we had together.