Horse Racing Nation: My Favorite Photos of 2014, Part I & II

I've shared my favorite photos of 2014 over two posts on Horse Racing Nation.

See Part I here.

See Part II here.

Limerick lunging - video

I took a short video of Lim while I was lunging her before a ride a couple weeks ago. I think she moves so nicely for her age, and that pleases me to no end.

Feral cat shelter for the barn

The barn has three cats and one--Max--is feral. I try to ensure all the cats are in the tack room/kitchen area each night but due his nature, it is sometimes difficult to bring Max inside. In the past, when left outside at night, Max had access a dry, warm-ish place for shelter. But this area is no longer accessible. So I decided to make him a feral cat shelter.

The shelter will be placed off the floor in the garage, which is accessible by all the cats when they're outside.

1" insulating foam ($15, Walmart) and a polyfleece throw ($3, Walmart). Not pictured: a 20-gallon plastic bin ($7, Home Depot).

I lined the walls of the plastic bin with the foam and secured it with duct tape.

The lid of the plastic bin was also lined in foam.

For extra comfort, I cut the polyfleece throw in half and lined the walls of the bin with one section.

Two layers of foam insulate the floor of the bin.

The second section of the polyfleece throw went on top of the foam-lined floor.

The (near) finished product. It just needs catnip and straw (for extra insulation).

Brewsky gave the bin his seal of approval.

Cigar's Memorial: Photos

At 2pm on November 14, an icy breeze denied the warmth of the sunlight that slipped by the clouds drifting over the Bluegrass. This same cold breeze wove through the columns of the Hall of Champions pavilion and nipped the cheeks of the people gathered inside. But despite the chill, at that moment the love for a great horse made the pavilion the warmest spot in the Kentucky Horse Park. 

 Welcome to Cigar's memorial.

"Unconquerable, invincible, unbeatable"

A shuttle took my mom and me to the location of the memorial, which left little time to prepare myself for his grave. As we got off the shuttle, I spotted it next to Cigar's paddock--a swath of black bark bare except for a gray headstone and a couple flower bouquets. It was an emotional punch to the gut. But honestly, if I had all the time in the world to prepare, the response would have been the same.

 

My mom signing Cigar's guest book.

Hot cocoa in hand, my mom says hello to Funny Cide.

On the monitors in the Hall of Champions pavilion, within the list of current Hall of Champions residents, Cigar's name was highlighted for the last time. Beneath these monitors the tributes and accolades flowed, and as sad as the memorial was, I was very grateful to be there with my mother, who watched Cigar race with me all those years ago.

You may watch a video of Cigar's memorial here. Many thanks to the Kentucky Horse Park for providing me with a sign language interpreter for the memorial service.

The memorial service.

Cigar's empty stall.

The Hall of Champions.

Flowers fill the bare oval of Cigar's grave. The Kentucky Horse Park will place a bronze statue of Cigar at the head of his grave next year.

A large banner hung behind Cigar's grave. Sharpies were provided for signatures. "Thanks for the memories" I noted on the banner. I paused then added a couple hearts. Hearts are not something that I draw loosely or often, but I knew the teenage girl in me--the one that watched the great horse run--would approve.

Man o' War's grave.

The Kentucky Horse Park--quiet on a cold day.

Happy Thanksgiving from both of us!

Limerick and I wish you a happy Thanksgiving. No matter your situation, remember to be grateful for all that is good in your life, including your horses.

Cigar's memorial is tomorrow.

Limerick on Monday

Cigar's memorial is tomorrow at the Kentucky Horse Park, and my mom and I will attend. It will be a bittersweet occasion. I'll post some photos when I return.

The pink plaid sheet has come out of storage.

You know what that means, right? Winter is almost here!

And thanks to the snowfall on Halloween, I'm afraid it's going to be another nasty winter.

Horse Racing Nation: Scenes from the Bluegrass

As much as I love the live racing at Keeneland, I must confess that my favorite part of the Bluegrass is visiting the horses. And not the horses at the track, but the ones residing at the various farms throughout the region.

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Our Mims Retirement Haven has a 2015 calendar available now!

Exciting Bucket

Our Mims Retirement Haven has a 2015 calendar available for purchase now. The calendar includes a photo I took of the newest member of the OMRH herd, Exciting Bucket. Proceeds benefit the Haven. If you want to learn more about the mares (and gelding) of OMRH, then check out my April 2014 piece about this wonderful place.

Unfortunately, resident Bel's Starlet passed away after an illness on October 23. I met her in April and noticed that she rarely left the side of her good friend, Arc Bar Miss. Arc Bar Miss passed away over the summer and it was noted by OMRH founder Jeanne Mirabito that Bel's Starlet never quite appeared the same after the loss of her friend.

I didn't use the below photo in my article about OMRH, but after learning of Bel's passing, I found it and shared it with Jeanne. Rest in peace, ladies.

Bel's Starlet (R) & Arc Bar Miss (L) - together again.

Limerick update, a mention in Sports Illustrated, and upcoming plans

Lim before her health exam--I love her fall dapples.

Limerick had her annual health exam a couple weeks ago--she passed. The vet also took x-rays of her front feet and the sole depth is better than last year. Based upon this information, a week later my farrier and I decided to skip the Perfect Hoof Wear after that day's trim session. So far, so good.

I long-lined Lim again a couple nights ago. This time I did it on my own without Christine there to supervise. I have a lot of practice to do before I can get this down! In a way, it's harder than riding because what my hands communicate to Lim doesn't translate through the long lines the way it does through riding reins. I also need to run behind Lim when she trots, which is fun but tiring.

When Cigar died a couple weeks ago, I wrote a post about how much he meant to me. To my surprise, the post got more attention than I thought it would. Way more. It ended up on Richard Deitsch's Media Circus column on Sports Illustrated. (Skip to item 4.) It means so much to me to know that I played a small role in getting the name of the great Cigar out there.

As for upcoming plans--I'm working on my second Shadwell Turf Mile Day post for Horse Racing Nation. It's a bit slow coming but life has been getting in the way. The Breeder's Cup is October 31 - November 1 and although I don't plan to cover it, I will of course be watching. The next race I'm covering--and the last of the year--is the Hawthorne Gold Cup on Thanksgiving weekend.

I am still thinking about plans for next year but in the meantime I am considering starting a self-portrait project. Self portraits were a key assignment in my high school and college photography courses and I will freely admit that I hated them. I'm not the sort that photographs well (in my opinion) and I prefer to stay behind the camera, not in front of it. This project will be my way of facing my anxieties and (hopefully) creating a series of self portraits that I like. I will share some of the resulting images on here.

Cigar: Larger Than Life

1994 was a rough year. I was still regaining my social footing after years of being knocked down emotionally by my deaf peers at school—my supposed friends. Tiger, my beloved feline companion who kept me on the straight and narrow throughout these turbulent years, passed away. And my mother, the glue that kept the household together and running smoothly, was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to endure aggressive treatment for the disease. I entered eighth grade in 1994 and perhaps it’s a selfish, juvenile mindset but back then, by all accounts, my life was upside-down.

2008

Then along came a horse. No—not Limerick, not yet. But this horse was also a bay, with white on his face and one eye ringed in white. It was February of 1995 and in a race expected to be a breeze for the 1994 Horse of the Year, Holy Bull, a torch was instead passed to this bay horse, Cigar. In what would become his familiar style--easy yet full of straightforward power--that day Cigar captured the Donn Handicap (Gr. I), as well as my heart.

I confess I remember very little of 1995 aside from Cigar. He plucked me from the stress of reality and carried me along with him as he won race after race. I came to know his silhouette, his thick mane, his gray-streaked tail, his charismatic white-ringed eye, his beautiful arched neck and balanced conformation. Was there ever a horse more handsome than the mighty Cigar? I didn't think so and although I was only 14, 15 years old, I doubted many would argue with me.

2008

The year cumulated with his phenomenal win in the 1995 Breeder's Cup Classic (Gr. I). Typically uncaring of the closed captioning during horse races, I watched the words roll across the screen as they transcribed Tom Durkin's call of the Classic. I held my breath as Cigar strained against the confines of his bridle on the backstretch. Wet track or not, the horse was ready to explode! Cigar wants to go to the lead, and Jerry Bailey says no, not yet! Then without fanfare, Cigar glided to the lead on the final turn and skipped over the Belmont Park mud with businesslike precision--nothing was stopping him now--and here he is, the unconquerable, invincible, unbeatable Cigar!

2012

With 1996 came the introduction of Limerick into my life, and another championship year for Cigar. But the torch was wavering. On an afternoon at Belmont Park in October, in Cigar's next-to-last start, the torch was once again passed--this time to a young upstart named Skip Away. That the arc of Cigar's brilliant career was buttressed by two of the Great Grays of the Nineties was not lost upon me.

2012

In the years since, I've fallen in love with many horses. But Cigar found his way into my heart first, and there he has stayed.

2012

I visited Cigar and his equally famous stablemate, John Henry, at the Kentucky Horse Park when I could. I even dragged a man I met online and had only known in person for a couple days to the Horse Park. We met up near Cincinnati and, realizing the Horse Park was only an hour away, I suggested that I drive us there for an impromptu date. Once at the Horse Park, after a quick stop at Man o' War's grave, I made a beeline for the Hall of Champions with the bemused guy in tow. After all, this guy carried a part of my heart while another part resided in the Hall of Champions--I wanted them to meet. To the guy's credit, he didn't run away screaming from this crazy horse girl. In fact, he asked me to marry him less than three years later.

2012

In 2008, my husband and I hung around the Hall of Champions until closing time and watched Cigar in his paddock from the quiet late afternoon shadows. For several moments, it was just us three--my husband, me, and the legendary racehorse that defined my teenage years.

2008

 In 2012, my husband and I were leaving a Hall of Champions show when I saw a freshly-released Cigar preparing to roll in his paddock. As the crowd flowed past us, not noticing or knowing who the dirty horse was, we laughed quietly as we watched Cigar roll away his groom's hard work. I savored these idle moments alone with the horse. He may not have been mine, but he belonged to every one.

Little did we know that this would be the last time we saw Cigar.

2012

Upon learning of Cigar's death, I broke down sobbing. I have cried over the passing of horses before but never like this. To think that such an icon was mortal after all was somehow surprising and I briefly wondered if we were in some sort of horrid alternate dimension. Cigar was larger than life--shouldn't that have conquered all?

Yet I also understand. Limerick was foaled the year after Cigar, making her 23 this year. You can do everything right and still struggle with the pitfalls and hurdles that come with owning a senior Thoroughbred. Cigar may not have lived to the plucky age of thirty-plus like his old comrade, John Henry, but it was a small relief that he passed as peacefully as one could hope for.

And in true dramatic Cigar style, he died on a day when ferocious storms ripped through the Bluegrass and a  blood-moon lunar eclipse floated in the night sky. Rest in peace, Cigar, and thanks for being there for me when I needed you the most.