>Barbaro meet Frisbee
>I’m sure that most of you know about Barbaro, the racehorse that had to be put down.
We have sad news from Camp Geezer also. When my wife came back from the neighbor’s field a couple of days ago, I could tell she had been crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I was just saying goodbye to an old friend.” she replied.
Frisbee, one of the first horses that we rode when we moved here, needed to be put down. Her health was failing. It was time.
She wasn’t our horse, she belonged to the neighbor but we were very fond of her. She and Mrs. G had a special bond. When Mrs. G would walk down to the pasture and give her Special Whistle, Frisbee would whinny from across the 10-acre pasture and would always beat all the horses to greet her. They would walk around the field together and the horse would listen as Mrs. G. talked.
She was a good riding horse, very reliable in the mountains. She was also a good mother to her colts. Here she is with her last colt, Peanut. This picture was taken back in May, 2006, shortly after her colt was born.
Frisbee was put down on the same day as Barbaro. Coincidence, I think not.
Right now, she’s probably galloping across lush meadows in Horsey Heaven, showing Barbaro her tail.
Take that, Thoroughbred.