July 17, 2014


Apologies for a month and a half of silence. More has been going on this summer than ever before. Volunteer responsibilities, and our need for volunteers, have grown. We’re all working hard. Fortunately, there’s the newsletter, Viv has steadfastly reported on Facebook, and we’re excited that some of our horses have taken to Twitter. You can follow the tweets of Afternoon Deelites, the pithy comments of Little Silver Charm, and blasts from our residents’ pasts from farm historian Rail Trip. OF’s communications have never been so plentiful and timely. Still, a blog’s leisurely reflections have their place too, and I regret that I’ve fallen behind. I’ll post some brief notes over the next weeks to catch up.

But first, and most important, some words about Prized, for whom no words are adequate.  When he passed last Sunday at 28 years old, he’d had mobility issues for some time. That is, his hindquarters slowly lost the ability and strength to respond to his will. On Sunday morning he couldn’t get up, and Michael and Dr. Bryan Waldridge made the only kind decision left to make.

You can read about Prized’s accomplishments in his obituary, or the articles in the Daily Racing Form and Blood-Horse, how he outran Sunday Silence in the 1989 Swaps Stakes, how he won that year’s Breeder’s Cup Turf in his first ever start on grass. Let’s see any horse equal that feat. How he sired the grand old gelding Brass Hat and was damsire of Paddy O’Prado, Romance Is Diane and this year’s Oaks winner Untapable, who just may be the best 3 year old in America.

To that I can’t add much, but I want to share a little about my last weeks with Prized. I’m not the main person, or the only one, who helped take care of him in his final months. The part I played was relatively small. Several people contributed much to Prized’s quality of life at the end, giving him baths that cheered him up, making sure he got the extra attention he wanted, lunches from a hand-held bucket that encouraged him to eat, and the excellent, excellent medical care that enabled him to hang in there and enjoy some of the horsey pleasures of life as long as he could.

Because that’s what stallions do. Most are hardy stoics. They don’t show weakness, and they don’t give up until the very end. From his arrival in summer 2011, I was struck by Prized’s sturdy, long-legged physique and his independent nobility. He wasn’t a cuddler. He was a bit aloof, a bit tough. When you fed him a carrot he’d often get in a second nip on your palm, just to show you he could. But horses, like humans, are complicated, and Prized threw toughness to the winds when a good scratch was in the offing. Few on the farm got into a back scratch like he did, or made such funny faces of pure scratch-ecstasy.

But even when he played along in the impromptu Easter evening “races” (blog entry April 20, 2013), and even though he often ran and trotted just because he wanted to, he ran sort of diagonally.

Prized was on our supplements program. The manufacturers of Succeed and LubriSyn, excellent digestive and joint supplements, generously donate enough for some dozen horses to be on daily regimens as recommended by our vets. Most of those horses (the oldest ones, a few with special needs) have put on muscle, gloss and happier spirits than ever. Less so, Prized. His appetite was failing. The hand-held bucket lunches, and extra attention involved, helped his interest in food, but as the old athlete’s physical abilities deserted him, he was sometimes depressed and didn’t always eat the supplements that would help his strength and joint mobility.

Staff and volunteers divide the daily supplement preparation and delivery, and I do supplements for designated horses 3 times a week. I mix the particular supplement combination for each horse with a little feed, warm water for some, and carrots (or fruit, for Creator) to make it a treat. Most of the horses on the program come running when I call out the arrival of their “groodle.” I put it in feed tubs that are usually empty, dinner having been served hours earlier. Too often, Prized’s tub was still fairly full of feed, and he’d look, but not come for his treat. Maybe he’d come eat it later, but sometimes not.

So I made it the main business of each supplements delivery to get him to eat the nutrients and joint help that would boost his energy and mobility. I’d coax him over, a carrot or two for a step or two. Since walking was sometimes difficult for him, I put it in a bucket and took it to where he was in the paddock. I’d stay talking to him and stroking his neck till he finished, since he seemed to like those little extra signs of companionship. As Prized’s body failed him, his pride never waned, but he let us know he wanted our company and caring. In return, he gave us trust and kindness.

His last weeks, Prized had an upswing. He trotted over to see people or get meals. He waited near his feed tub when he saw meals or supplements coming. It was his little game to keep eating his “groodle” for as long as I kept an arm around his neck, or rubbed his forehead and talked to him. It was a stallion thing. He had me where humans belong, at his beck and call. Sometimes he’d eat down past the supplement to finish his dinner, too.

My care for Prized wasn’t different from the care some of his other friends gave him. Others did more for him in his last months, and I expect he gave all of us gifts we will never forget. When a horse as proud and noble as Prized lets you in, you can’t help loving him. You can’t help entering his time, where past and future don’t matter. There’s only the moment. I’m grateful to Prized for the moments he let me share with him.

Last week the time came that we’d been dreading. His activity and spirits ebbed. It got harder to coax him to eat. The attention and loving seemed to matter, maybe more than ever, but you could see in his eyes that the will to keep fighting was gone.

On Sunday morning, Prized couldn’t get up. He tried, but he just couldn’t. He let us know his time had come. Prized went in peace. Before he did, he raised his head, had himself a last farewell nibble of good grass, then laid his head down again. He’d had a good and long life. He’d done more than anyone can expect or hope from a horse. And at the end, Prized know how much he was prized.


Here’s Prized winning the 1989 Breeders’ Cup Turf.


photos by Laura




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5 responses to “July 17, 2014

  1. SusanA

    Hi Beth…have been anxiously checking the blog since Monday when I read the news about Prized…… Hope you don’t mind me telling you this, but I was there a short few weeks ago and unfortunately I didn’t get to see Prized on this visit. Although I had seen him during past visits to the farm and have many pictures of him, I’ve had a hard time with that now, knowing that I won’t be seeing him again. Your thoughtful way of words and detail really help give closure. I knew I would feel much better after you wrote and I do…thank you and all who so lovingly cared for him.

    • oldfriendsblog

      Thank you for the comforting words, Susan. I wish there were some way for visitors to see every horse each time and am sorry you didn’t get to see Prized one more time. He was iffy about coming over for visits unless he was having a good day and he spent much of the hot part of the day in his run-in shed. But I hope you’ll be able to come to the farm again soon. If there’s a horse you especially want to see, please say so and we’ll steer the tour in that direction if we can.

  2. Donna

    beautiful tribute to a beautiful horse. i feel as if i know him from your loving essay. wish i had

  3. Elizabeth K.

    We were blessed to be present when Prized got his afternoon shower last Friday. The groom even let my oldest niece hose him down while we fed him some carrots and enjoyed being in his presence. It was such a special experience and when I read the news of his passing this Monday I was both saddened and thankful that I had at least had the chance to spend some time with him. Thank you to you, Michael Blowen and everyone at Old Friends who not only give these wonderful horses a dignified retirement but allow us fans to share the same air as them.

  4. colmel

    This was absolutely beautiful, Beth. I had put off reading it because I knew I would cry. As you know, I adore all of your wonderful residents, but there are always favorites. Maybe they are special to me from my days in the breeding and racing business as stallions to which we bred. Maybe they are special to me because of their racing exploits. Sometimes they are special because of the relationship I had with their families. In Prized’s case, it was all of the above. He was an amazing horse. He did have that somewhat aloof attitude that was actually true of his sire-line. Actually, a few of his forefathers were downright grumpy. Prized, though, was quietly approachable. I never got the pleasure of giving him a back-scratch, though I wish I had. It saddens me so to hear of any of these horses passing. They have made marks on my life and in my heart. Reading of his struggles and the amazing care and compassion he received makes it somewhat easier to let Prized go. To me, though, he’ll always be the black stallion flying to victory in the Breeders Cup Turf. Goodbye, beautiful boy. I’ll see you in my dreams.

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