On February 10, 2006, my
husband called me out to the barn. I knew right away what had happened. My
soon-to-be 29 year old "Rabbi" had passed on. Raldini, her racing name, was
born February 26, 1977. A Thoroughbred with a bowed tendon off the track
became a broodmare at the local stable.
I fell in love with her
instantly. After much begging and pleading, mom finally agreed to buy her,
but part of the deal was I would work for the board by taking out trail rides
for the owner of the stable. I was 11 years old. Rabbi was more horse than
I should have been trying to handle. After a broken leg, she finally taught
me how to ride.
Growing up, I wanted to be
with her all the time. My then boyfriend and I lived with mom and saved enough
money to buy 8 acres and build a house. It was great. She was now in my back
yard, I could go to her any time I wanted. Three years ago, when she turned
26, I decided to let her retire in style and enjoy her last
years.
Our friendship was 22 years
long. I can't remember not having her around. She was even good to me at
the end. She didn't make me make the decision or watch her suffer from
some illness.
She was always there for
me and got me through a lot of hard times. She was my best
friend for 22 years. I will always remember her.
Rabbi 