Goodbye Barbaro

Good Bye to a horse that I learned to love from a distance.
Barbaro who fought a much more valiant fight than expected was sent to a pasture on another level of the tower today. It’s odd that I feel so sad, never meeting him personally.
I grew up as a part-time farm kid. On Nannie and Poppie’s farm every weekend and summer until right around high school. Then spent my summers in western Oklahoma almost until graduation from high school. I’ve met horses but never really learned to appreciate them until Jo and I became roommates. Then I met the most fabulous horse, Strait. I also never really paid much attention to horse racing, then last fall, a horse that could have been Strait’s twin won the Kentucky Derby. (or one of those races) But then broke his leg in the Preakness.
Strait it turns out had had just as dangerous an injury a year before. I was there with Jo to help in his care. My job was to hug and love on him and hopefully distract him from her tending his huge injury. Strait is fine now.
We will miss you Barbaro, and if you see either of my doxie’s run and play with them!