We had some bad news this week. Well Shuffled, who looked to be a promising two-year-old, went to the clinic Tuesday to get gelded and have a treatment done on a suspensory injury. As regular readers know, there was always a question of whether or not his second testicle had descended properly for gelding. It turns out it hadn’t, so he had to have general anesthesia rather than a local for gelding. When he woke up, he panicked and flung himself into the wall, breaking his neck and dying instantly. It was a freak accident, and shocking news.
Well Shuffled was the first foal the second mare I trained, Well Done Clare. Clare carried me through a dozen or so races, and she won a race (not with me on her back) and placed several times (in spite of my jockeying, not because of it). She is a tough cookie with a strong character, and Shuffles took after that. Really, we had no expectations for him, but when he came into training he quickly turned heads as a well-built quick little guy. It is a shame we will never get to see what would have happened. This kind of news is particularly hard to take after a long summer that has not gone as I had hoped. But surely, this HAS to be the bottom of our run of bad luck. We have to look forward. Triple Tonic, Shuffles’ full sister, is a yearling now and almost ready to be backed. Clare is in foal to My Risk. We move ahead.