R.I.P. Eight Belles.
I had a house full of people tonight, and we didn't watch the Derby, although I'd made simple syrup and had fresh mint for them as wanted juleps. I am selfishly glad, now. I'm not sure I could have taken the heartbreak.
The horses I ride at the stable are school horses, mares and geldings who've had long careers in the ring, or as pleasure horses, and are now given an easier life teaching us newbies and returnees how to do it. Not one of them, I suspect, is under fifteen, and many of them (including my dear Sancho) are much older, and have years ahead of them.
To have such a magnificent filly put down when she was barely a toddler...
I know the trainer and the owner are heartbroken tonight. I know they loved her. But I ask...why? Why do we run these babies before they're full-grown? Why do we ask them to kill themselves in the name of sport and betting?
*sorrows*
I had a house full of people tonight, and we didn't watch the Derby, although I'd made simple syrup and had fresh mint for them as wanted juleps. I am selfishly glad, now. I'm not sure I could have taken the heartbreak.
The horses I ride at the stable are school horses, mares and geldings who've had long careers in the ring, or as pleasure horses, and are now given an easier life teaching us newbies and returnees how to do it. Not one of them, I suspect, is under fifteen, and many of them (including my dear Sancho) are much older, and have years ahead of them.
To have such a magnificent filly put down when she was barely a toddler...
I know the trainer and the owner are heartbroken tonight. I know they loved her. But I ask...why? Why do we run these babies before they're full-grown? Why do we ask them to kill themselves in the name of sport and betting?
*sorrows*