By the time my horse arrived I had sort of gravitated toward a few names. I figured that his true name would come to me once I spent some time with him and that he probably had an opinion on what that name should be. Just remembering him from our initial meeting, some of the more mystical names did not seem to fit him.
I felt he had an "earthiness" about him, like he was tied to the land in some way. Like he was rough cut lumber almost. Good and solid yet not polished around the edges.
My top choices became Takoda, Crichton, Keller, Briscoe and Sketch. All have meanings except Sketch, which was just fun and I thought sounded cool.
When he arrived I still could not put my finger on a name so I just told everyone he didn't have one yet. LOL. One way to confuse a bunch of horse women is to tell them your horse has no name. They all go into "name the baby" mode so our first night was spent with loads of suggestions but very few that fit. At various times I referred to him by each of the names just to see how it rolled off my tongue and whether he responded to one more than the other. That night he was mostly responding to all the treats he was getting though so I still could not wrap my head around which name it should be.
The next day it was sunny and a bit warm and I was able to walk him around outside a bit. I hitched him a post and groomed him and the sun brightened up his mane and you could fully see that he isn't only grey, but has a bit of blonde mixed in, almost a palomino color. It isn't solid anywhere, just the some of his hairs are varying shades of grey and some blonde. He has it mixed in his tail and a little in his mane as well.
"You look like a wild little mustang" I said to him. And it isn't only the coloring but the fact that right now he is filthy, making him even more reminiscent of a member of a little roaming bachelor band out west somewhere.
Takoda... It clicked in my head. Yes, his name was Takoda. And from that moment on it seemed like the only name that fit.
In Loving Memory
...of the first horse to hold my heart