The walking shadow of a gorgeous thoroughbred mare was presented at auction, stumbling on the floor. Even the hardened crowd winced and no one wanted her. We were there and raised our card. We learned her name, we learned her racing history and her breeding history, we learned the name of the man who dumped her after pulling off her last son…none of that information changed the broken mare in front of us. Poor Didi, whose former owner declared their love but never sent a dime…Didi was loved here, and her life fought for, given some dignity before we had to help her over the Rainbow Bridge. Some stories don’t have the ending we would like, but we sleep knowing that at least we did everything in our power. May God and karma speak for you in due time, my sweet girl.