08/10/2026
As many of you know, Pokey went over the Rainbow Bridge this spring. He was loved by many. Just like we do when humans we love pass, an obituary was written to honor his beautiful 34 years with us on Earth.
Our Pokey
On May 25, 2026, Haida Lot aka Pokey, crossed the rainbow bridge where the pastures are lush and green, water is clear and cool, and he can pass the time under shade trees or run in the sun with his buddies who have gone on before. He was 34.
Pokey was not just a horse, he was a loyal friend, mild-tempered, strong of body, a patient teacher, a wise guide, a faithful protector. He was all of those things but mostly, he was a member of our family. Whether we needed to vent or felt anxious or needed cheering up, or just be outside breathing in the fresh air, he seemed to know…no judgment, just affection.
Many have sat in Pokey’s saddle, young and old, learning to walk, and jog, and lope, or occasionally under a hunt saddle over a jump. Some became trainers, some excelled in roping, barrel racing, team penning, reining, and cutting; and some just enjoyed a pleasant ride over the rolling hillside on the farm. He was good at it all, even a heeler…believe it or not; he shot out of a roper’s box like a rocket. And yet, no need to fear putting the littlest one in his saddle for a first ride.
He came from a friend in Virginia and quickly became part of daughter number one’s life, then daughter number two, then family friends, and at the end came three grandsons who took their first rides on Pokey, starting a new generation of horse lovers. His influence on our family is immeasurable, and the memories will be cherished forever.
I can’t imagine a life without experiencing the affection and strong bond with an animal, as I have; not only Pokey, but other horses and dogs and a cat or two. And if you question whether this old cowboy has shed tears over the loss of each one, you are sadly mistaken. Yes, grown men do cry. Here’s to you, Pokey. Rest in peace.
