Barbaro

I didn't bet on Barbaro to win in the Derby, and I may have had him in an exacta bet for the Preakness. Although I didn't depend on his winning to boost my winnings, he holds a special place in my heart none the less.
The only thing more beautiful than watching a thoroughbred run is to watch a greyhound run. These two animals display such grace and beauty with little effort. Their bodies are strong and exceptionally muscled. Yet they both depend on spindles for legs.
I cried that day in May when Barbaro couldn't finish the race. I watched spellbound hoping for news - good news, on his condition. A true animal lover knows that ones animals are synonymous with children. I applaud Barbaro's owners for trying to save his life. Too often the needle follows a break of the legs that hold up the bodies that move with stunning grace.
My heart was broken yesterday. Barbaro told his parents and doctors that he couldn't go on. The news reports that he "had a hard night" Sunday night. The hard part was probably listening to Barbaro say good bye.
There's a bit of happiness knowing that Barbaro left his legacy in Veterinary science, so others can benefit from his eight months of hope. I also believe that he is now at the Rainbow Bridge running among the clouds free of pain, waiting for his owners to meet him so they may cross together.
Run free sweet Barbaro.