| Barbero | | | | special one, perhaps his genetics could be passed |
| When to let go? | | | | on, perhaps he could with great veterinary skill be |
| A champion, cut down at the zenith of his career. | | | | put to stud. |
| A horse with more heart than mere mortal man | | | | His time was cut short so quickly, a false start in |
| could comprehend. | | | | the Belmont, re-gated,at that time he could have |
| His time was cut short so quickly, a false start in | | | | been fatally damaged...no one would know until |
| the Belmont, re-gated... he could have then, been | | | | later...later when his hoof slid, his leg gave out...and |
| damaged. | | | | he was done. |
| No one would know until later, when his hoof slid, | | | | But Barbero would not give up, he fought with |
| his leg gave out... when he was done. | | | | allof his will to go on, that is the gift and the curse |
| His strong jockey fought the internal fears as he | | | | ofthe great Thoroughbreds. |
| was reining him in, what was wrong? His horse | | | | Not only did he shatter his leg, he shattered his |
| was damaged? | | | | heart,as he would never have allowed all of those |
| What happened? | | | | horsesracing away, to leave him in the dust, no |
| Prado could feel the horse falling apart beneath | | | | way, not him! |
| him. | | | | A racing legend yet unsung, he ended the |
| Did he know the champion was forever changed, | | | | Belmont Stakesin an ambulance- racing not for |
| forever damaged, maybe done for all time? Not | | | | home, but for the best that modern veterinary |
| at that moment! | | | | medicine could provide. |
| Edgar knew Barbero was hurt and it was his job | | | | Know that they did their best. The doctor's |
| to stop him! | | | | wanted him to survive, wanted him to live well, to |
| What did Prado fear as he struggled to rein inhis | | | | give his legacy to the foals yet to be born, but |
| brilliant horse, the horse that would not quit! | | | | alas... |
| Stop now! | | | | All the Kings horses and all the Kings men could |
| Listen to me, forget the race I need you to listen | | | | not put Barbero together again. |
| to me! | | | | We rejoiced in his recovery and hoped for the |
| Time to go against your grain, your blood, your | | | | best,and now we must let him go. |
| training,ignore the horses racing away, leaving you | | | | No more surgeries no more restraints. |
| behind. | | | | No more doing what you were not bred to do. |
| I need you to stop...now! | | | | You were bred to run, to win and to excel. |
| And stop him he did. | | | | That was your mission here. |
| The replay of the breakdown was unbearable to | | | | We mourn the loss of the brilliance he was. |
| see. | | | | We regret the legacy he could have left in his |
| They played it again and again... no more! | | | | wake. |
| I had to turn off the TV for the rest of that day. | | | | Sleep well dear one, you will not be forgotten. |
| The world of horse racing knew they had lost a | | | | |