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And this is in memory of Trojan, a beautiful Irish thoroughbred who I had the pleassure of knowing during his short life. He'd done well on the track but on his final season he'd pulled up with azoturia. This was caused by bringing him up to racing fitness too quickly. He was given field rest and I was the lucky person who helped get him better. I really wanted this horse and begged the owner to sell him to me. The owner however, decided he could do one last race (very dangerous for a horse who has suffered azoturia). Half way into the race he pulled up and had to be limped back to the horse box.

I'm so tempted to put the owners name here but I'd probably get into trouble.

I tended to Trojan that night and he seemed okay. I didn't get to speak to his owner that night but I was more determined than ever that he was going to now release this horse to me. I eagerly arrived at the yard the next morning, knowing I was going to have a busy day of negotiations ahead of me. I started to walk to his field and the trainer pulled me back and told me to sit down.

They had shot Trojan that night after I left. The excuse was, he was just too valuable to give away but he was worthless as a race-horse.

Trojan was three years old. A noble and gentle beast who had this lovely mischievous side to him... so these words are in memory of someone who greatly touched my life and will live on in my memory forever.

Thank you for starting this thread.