I love animals. I think they're pretty nice.
I've had pets, and some of my pets have either died or had to be put to sleep. It's not an easy thing to lose a pet. I firmly believe that people can come to love animals just as they come to love people. But, let's be real here - they are still animals. Their value is still second to that of humans in the grand scheme of things.
Let me get to my point here. Today, the 2006 Kentucy Derby winner Barbaro was euthanized. I, like millions of other people saw his tragic [and eventually fatal] injury at the 2006 Preakness in Baltimore. Doctors did amazing things to keep him alive and get him moving back to good health. Unfornately, this was not meant to be. This post is NOT intended to make light of Barbaro's death - I just want to put that out there!
This post is to look at what is important to us in death. What is the human perspective.
These are just some of the 4657 comments I found on MSN.com:
- Just know how much you were loved and how much you will be missed.
- We will continue to pray for his peace.
- Barbaro - Goodbye my hero.
- Barbaro has been an inspiration to many.
- a true american hero, who inspired people all over the world.
- Deepest sympathy to everyone trying to save this beautiful angel.
- your champions heart will live on in the memoriesof all of us who loved you
- To the beautiful baby, God rest you now.
- I will always remember him with admiration and love and deepest respect for his intelligence.
- May God give you rest my friend...you have been such an inspiration to so many of us...
- They could never have caught your spirit with which you ran, Nor the love you gave to your fans.
- You were a fighter and a winner.
- we are better for having experienced his tremendous courage and fight.
- Thanks for inspiring us all.
- Rest in peace my friend you are a true hero.
Like I said, I feel for the loss of an animal and I'm not knockin' the situation with Barbaro - I feel for his owners and his trainers and the doctors that tried to save him. But...
But... BARBARO WAS A HORSE! He was a race horse. Bred to run, period. He didn't cure anything, he didn't design anything, he didn't DO anything except RUN. Okay, he ran very fast! I'll give him that. But all this mushy, tearful, end-of-the-world non-sense about being an INSPIRATION, a TRUE HERO, an AMERICAN HERO, a FRIEND, a BABY, an ANGEL, a FIGHTER?
My God people, lets try and keep our perspective here. BARBARO was a horse. That's all. Just a horse. Where is all this love and passionate outcry when our fellow man dies? When people are murdered, when children are starving? Where is all this love and compassion? Let's keep our perspective here people!!!
If the people that took the time to write these wonderful and flowery tributes to a DEAD HORSE took that same amount of time to E-Mail their Congressmen about: trying to stop the killing of human beings in Darfur; trying to stop the misguided plan of President Bush's Iraq strategy; trying to work hard to establish affordable healthcare in our country; trying to fix our social security program; trying to fight global warming; trying to help fight AIDS... if these people used their love of a DEAD HORSE and focused their perspective and their energies on their fellow living humans... oh, what a wonderful world this would be.
It just a horse people, that's all. Take that same passion and go ask a stranger, "How are you doing today?" See how you can make the world a little better for your fellow MAN.
I'm sure Barbaro is looking down from Horsey Heaven saying the same thing. (sort of)