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I love horses. I had a relationship with one horse that was very close, kind of like mind melding on the old Star Trek. Horses are, in their own way, more advanced than the people whom they permit to put saddles on them.
From today’s New York Times:
“Humans are not especially good at noticing horses, but Barbaro was easy to notice. And if his life caused us to pay attention to the possibilities of all horses, his death should cause us to pay attention to the tragedy inherent in the end of so many horses. Barbaro’s death was tragic not because it was measured against the races he might have won or even against the effort to save his life. It was tragic because of what every horse is.
“You would have to look a long, long time to find a dishonest or cruel horse. And the odds are that if you did find one, it was made cruel or dishonest by the company it kept with humans. It is no exaggeration to say that nearly every horse — Barbaro included — is pure of heart. Some are faster, some slower. Some wind up in the winner’s circle. But they should all evoke in us the generosity of conscience — a human quality, after all — that was expended in the effort to save this one horse.”
I dont quite know why I was so taken with this horse and his struggle to live, and why I was so sad when he had to be put down. I must confess it is a bit mystifying to me. On the other hand, I have had pets and had to put them down, and anyone who has done that is a sucker for the sadness accompanying such an act. And I think that the fight that was fought for the horse gave everyone hope because it was a good fight for the right reasons. The horse is a true innocent in all of this, a form of purity without corruption, and does not deserve to die serving human sporting interests. And the notion that so many people could love and pull for the horse gave us a reflection of ourselves, and our “better angels” that we liked and treasured. Plus there was the hope that Barbaro could transcend the awful reality of life, that bad things happen to good people, and good animals, and we hoped that through his success in beating the odds of reality it would inspire and lift us. Finally, the heroic work of Dr. Richardson and all of the caring people at the New Bolton Center was also an inspiration and a further example of the good that people can do, serving good causes, when they are not totally preoccupied with doing rotten things. So those are my humble thoughts for what they are worth.
I loved Smiley’s quote. Why do humans assume they are the only ones with a strong spirit or mind? Barbaro was smart enough to shake his sling when he was in pain so that the vets would get him off his feet, and would shake in the sling when he wanted them to get him out of it. RIP Barbaro.
Shaun, this is the third story here about this pampered horse in a single day. Don’t you think that it’s enough already?
Gray:
I love horses. I had a relationship with one horse that was very close, kind of like mind melding on the old Star Trek. Horses are, in their own way, more advanced than the people whom they permit to put saddles on them.
From today’s New York Times:
Ok, I see your point, though I have to admit I’m not able to fully comprehend it. Horses are nice looking animals, but why all the hype?
Seems to have been quite an important animal / inspiration to quite some people I assume….
I dont quite know why I was so taken with this horse and his struggle to live, and why I was so sad when he had to be put down. I must confess it is a bit mystifying to me. On the other hand, I have had pets and had to put them down, and anyone who has done that is a sucker for the sadness accompanying such an act. And I think that the fight that was fought for the horse gave everyone hope because it was a good fight for the right reasons. The horse is a true innocent in all of this, a form of purity without corruption, and does not deserve to die serving human sporting interests. And the notion that so many people could love and pull for the horse gave us a reflection of ourselves, and our “better angels” that we liked and treasured. Plus there was the hope that Barbaro could transcend the awful reality of life, that bad things happen to good people, and good animals, and we hoped that through his success in beating the odds of reality it would inspire and lift us. Finally, the heroic work of Dr. Richardson and all of the caring people at the New Bolton Center was also an inspiration and a further example of the good that people can do, serving good causes, when they are not totally preoccupied with doing rotten things. So those are my humble thoughts for what they are worth.
One more add to my previous post, here is a link to an article that says it all better than I can.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16879922/
Jammer:
Your thoughts on Barbaro are echoed by the great writer and horse lover Jane Smiley:
I loved Smiley’s quote. Why do humans assume they are the only ones with a strong spirit or mind? Barbaro was smart enough to shake his sling when he was in pain so that the vets would get him off his feet, and would shake in the sling when he wanted them to get him out of it. RIP Barbaro.