Yesterday marked the anniversary of the death of a champion.
Too soon we forget, these great creatures who lay their lives on the line for our safty, and for in his case, our amusement.
No one faults his care, and no one blames the owners, at least I don't, they did all they could.
I was, and I am still angry at a racing system that makes injuries and deaths like Barbaro's inevitable.
We let our children be children, yet race these colts and fillies at an age when they are still growing, when their bodies are stressed enough, and is it any wonder when they break down?
Still in my anger, I still see him, striding towards the finishline in his glory. And I can't help to rage at all that could never be.
Keep on running Barbaro, keep on running.
In our eyes, in our hearts we see you, and know you for what you are and were.
A champion of champions.

Its, so weird, my friend and I were JUST talking about him a few hour ago when we were in the barn.. I was sitting bareback up on Promise and she was walking in circles, and we somehow came up on the subject...so sad...so unnecessary....and yet, inevitable...