General Non-Fiction posted January 17, 2023

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Equine Dignity

by Regina Elliott

Hello, my name is Secretariat. Many

of you humans may remember me.

I once was king of the horse racing

world. My big heart gave me so much

stamina, it weighed 22 lbs. I thundered

down the race tracks with my nostrils

flared, my sweat foaming all over my

reddish-brown coat with white socks

and a diamond white blaze on my

head. My nickname was, "Big Red."

My jockey, Ron Turcotte, was my

rider. He would be so full of adrenaline

like me that electrified us both. My

owner, Penny Chenery, was genteel

with class. My groom, Eddie Sweat,

was the best groom in the world.

I always looked forward to seeing

him walk up to my stall in the

violet dawn. I cherished

running, and I won the Triple Crown.

I won the Belmont Stakes by 31 lengths.

When the victory flowers were

placed around my neck, even my

trainer Lucien Laurin was misty!

I was retired to stud at Claiborne

Farm in Kentucky in November 1973.

Dear readers, another equine is about

to greet you. There's so many equines

here that have also crossed over the

colorful Rainbow Bridge. I have a

snowy-white miniature horse

companion here, Snow Princess.

On Earth, she was a therapy horse.

We horses have our forever dignity

grazing in Heaven's buttercup

pastures. There are dogs, cats,

birds, hamsters, Guinea pigs,

turtles, and so many other species.

God's lovely angels sing of His

love for humankind and us in

the animal kingdom.

We horses of all different sizes,

from the miniatures on up to

the mighty draft horses have

served and benefited humankind

for many centuries. Even carousel

and rocking horses have delighted

children for generations. Some of

us were war horses serving

alongside our soldiers. Now, we're

free, in paradise.

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The writer penning our words went
to farrier school in Martinsville,
Virginia in the summer of 1975.
She went to work at Roosevelt
Raceway on Long Island, N.Y.
as a racing inspector for awhile.
She had an epiphany about
horse racing, and feels it is
inhumane. ~

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This is poetic prose.

Equine Dignity

by Regina Elliott

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