"His is a power enhanced by pride, a courage heightened by challenge. His is a swiftness intensified by strength, a majesty magnified by grace. His is a timeless beauty touched with gentleness, a spirit that calls our hearts to dream." -Unknown Author
It all started years ago with one horse. In 2009 after years of riding and wishing for a horse my family and I found Gen's Lightning Strike. He had been owned by an older couple for 6 years who had one other horse and liked to trail ride, but after losing their other horse to old age they decided to sell strike and move. At the time we all thought he was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen. He was a golden red chestnut with a flaxen mane, and he had a pedigree that would put many horses to shame. His father was a Grand Champion Tennessee Walker named Pride's Generator and his lines were dotted with names of other famous walkers like Pride of Midnight. Strike was started at an early age placing 3rd in a class of 20 when he was only a yearling.
Strike on the day of his "birthday party"
Upon getting Strike home we found out that he wasn't really like the other horses we had met. He was smarter. Much smarter. He thought of himself as a big dog. If he wanted something, he was going to let you know and if he didn't want to do something he were better off just moving out of his way. Luckily though he never questioned the vet, farrier, dentist, or loading onto a trailer. He was stubborn and a mooch, but he had a heart of gold. He was exactly like a dog. Sometimes mischievous and goofy, but you couldn't help but love him.
"We kept him until he died...and sat with him during the long, last minutes when a horse comes closest to seeming human." -C. J. Mullen
We had Strike for 3 years before one day he came down with what appeared to be a slight colic. After it persisted for 12 hours we decided to play it safe and take him to Leesburg Equine Hospital. He was diagnosed with acute renal failure and given days to live. By the next day though that estimate was reduced to hours and minutes. He was living on borrowed time. That night on November 15th at 5 O' Clock we stood with him in a field at the hospital and said our goodbyes to him in the glow of some headlights . We never left him just like he had never left us in the years we had him. Over the years he had become more than a horse to us, he was family. He died at the young age of 17
After Strike passed away we picked up the pieces. We had always wanted Strike to have his own farm so we could see him all the time and take even better care for him. That dream was realized 2 months after his passing. What had started with one horse had grown to 4. Slowly we built up the property and moved all the horses and decided to name the farm in his honor. Even though he never set foot on the farm, it will always be his because it was meant to be his. The "Doodle" in Doodle Acres Goats also comes from Strike. His Nickname was Doodle
"Through the days of love and celebration and joy, and through the dark days of mourning - the faithful horse has been with us always." -Elizabeth Cotton