The life of a horse is like the changing of seasons. |
OLD FAITHFUL PETE There's never been a horse quite like Old Faithful Pete who was kind in the heart and swift on his feet. His muzzle was velvet, his ears soft as silk and the blaze down his face was as white as sweet milk. His heart was like gold the old trainers would say and his gaits smooth as glass and his hide warm as May. Now Old Faithful Pete was the best horse around but time and the fast track were wearing him down. So they took him away from the life that he knew; the betting, the jockeys, and his own stable crew. He was put up for stud, many a son he did sire until it was time for the old boy to retire. Now Faithful's famed life's like the passing of time. It begins with his youth and moves on past his prime. The spring turns to summer, then on to the fall; before long the colt hears the winter's faint call. When Old Faithful's season had come to an end the event represented the death of a friend. Yet just as an old year soon passes away, the new's right behind it to start a new day. Such is the case with our dear Faithful Pete. At his last breath his mare put a colt on its feet. |