Ranch Rat Stories

Hi my name is Cammy I have been with the ranch since I was 8. I am now 19. I have seen things you would never believe. I have watched as Grandma would stay up days with sick and injured horses. I listened as she helped talk kids out off running away and even suicide. I have helped her with her work with the elderly. Many of the kids lived there at the ranch because they were afraid to go home, but like the Grandma’s of old she always made it better. It didn’t matter what the problem was she had an answer for it. I really loved the way she would involve some of us older ranch rats to help with the younger ones who didn’t feel ready to talk to an adult yet. She made each and everyone of us feel like we were doing something great and we were. I will always love my years at the ranch and hope it will be around long enough to bring my own kids there. The one thing that I will always remember the most was when she sat with me in the stall while my beloved Queenie was dying, She has a no kill policy but we both knew that there was no turn around for her. She was old and got west nile. I begged her to put her to sleep to stop the pain, and I watched as she cryed all the time she did it for me. She then drove Queenie 150 miles up to the Cottonwood ranch to place her on "Spirit Hill" and said a prayer for her. I don’t know who cried more, me or her because she HAD to do something she did not believe in. who else would have drove 150 miles in the middle of the night just to lay someone else’s horse to rest.