I asked God to give Sam pastures of sweet grasses, clear mountain streams and fun adventures around every corner.
I got Sam from two local people who did a lot of back-country riding and Sam was getting too old for that kind of lifestyle. I emailed them of his passing and they emailed Sam's first owner who had this to say:
Thanks for letting me know xxxxxxxxx. I spent a solid fifteen years on top of him and he never let me down. Sometimes it was so dark I couldn't see him, it didn't matter, he would stay on the trail. Even forty mile a day rides didn't slow him down. Later I had to give him up for the kids to ride. He was that good. I always had to ride the greener ones. Sam was 31 this month. He leaves a big hole in my heart. I'm glad he was able to finish off his years having good care.
Met up with them at the local coffeehouse this morning and we spent some time telling Sam and Rocky stories. Debating whether to get one of the BLM Wild Mustangs or another riding mule - I am leaning towards another riding mule as I like their personality much more than horses. There is a big difference.
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