Hi, I'm Lakota. You might say I've got a unique past. I started life as Miss Gorgeous (W1640), with dreams of harness racing glory. My father, Artsplace, was a millionaire champion, the fastest harness horse of 1992. But the track was not my destiny. Instead, I became a mother, bringing seven foals into the world, and when I could no longer have foals, I found myself considered less valuable, ending up in a kill pen.
 

Thankfully, Starry Skies Sanctuary rescued many of us, and I eventually found my forever home at Rise and Ride Ranch. Although I still carry memories from the past, my spirit remains strong. You might catch me splashing in the pond or playing in the pasture when I think no one is watching!
 

I’ve proudly taken on the role of the “big sister” of my herd, guiding my companions and ensuring harmony among us. I always had a soft spot for Charlie, often serenading him with gentle calls. On the trails, I stood as a steadfast companion, seeking kindness and understanding, always ready to care for you like a sister.
 

The warmth of the sun in my mane and the rustle of leaves in the breeze filled my heart with joy as I roamed the trails. Those moments reminded me that while my life started as “Miss Gorgeous,” it was the simple things that made me feel truly beautiful. Watching over the other horses and teaching them brought me happiness.
 

One day, while playing around in the pasture, I injured myself. We discovered that I had cervical disease in my spine, and I had twisted the vertebrae in my neck, pinching off my spinal column. It led to the development of sidewinders, where I would walk sideways, lose my balance, and spin. I was too old to beat it, and I eventually told my loved ones that I was ready to rest.
 

As my final days approached, I faced them with the strength I had always known. On that last day, my loved ones surrounded me, feeding me every treat they could think of—carrot cake, mints, oranges, apples, celery, and even a peep since Easter was near. They braided my hair, showered me with hugs and kisses, and filled the air with laughter and cherished memories. It was then I was given the “haircut of honor” that all good horses receive before crossing the bridge.
 

Life had its challenges, and as I took my final breaths, I felt the warmth of those moments enveloping me. Surrounded by love wrapped around me, guiding me over the rainbow bridge to peace and eternal pastures.
 

Now, as I roam freely alongside Queenie, I cherish the unity of our spirits. I may no longer walk among you, but I live on in the hearts of those who loved me. Remember the joy, the love, and the laughter, and know that I now run free.