I had watched Barbaro win his Kentucky Derby and then I was watching Saturday late afternoon for the Preakness as Barbaro was frisky before the race. Then the race starts with Barbaro fracturing his rear right leg. It seemed so odd to me (a novice horse race watcher) that a horse could break his leg while beginning to run. Looking back at how he acted before the race, I wondered if his frisky was more of knowing something. Maybe he knew his leg wasn’t up for it. Maybe he sensed this energy inside but not knowing for sure what it was. Or maybe he just was ready to get the race over already. I had felt and still lean towards Barbaro knowing that his leg wasn’t up for it. But that is my sensitive side wishing that we could back in time.
I am very sad and upset that Barbaro just couldn’t make it through and win this fight for his life. I understand that it is best to put a horse down. It is a part of nature.
What I loved about Barbaro was his fighting spirit. All through this he was upbeat and maybe the word should be frisky. It seemed he hungered for life and for the run. He interacted so will with his rider and then with his doctors. I applaud this animal to human connection.
Call me crazy but I am a firm believer about the language spoken between pet and owner. I have two darling puppers who I feel very aware of their speech and their delight. It is hard for me to let go…
Dear Gentle Shepherd and Creator of all living – animals included,
Thank You for the connections humans have with animals. Thank You for their drive and their dreams. Barbaro taught us to keep up the fight. Live life fully. Go for it. I hate to say good bye. The world needs a good Barbaro. Watching his progress, there where a lot of us cheering him on to winning this battle. The lesson is still there. Again Thank You for horses and for dreams that can run wildly to the finish line. I long to hear … ‘Well, done Barbaro’.
~ always a little crazy
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