Someone at work today asked me why I would be so upset that a horse (Kentucky Derby Winner Barbaro) would probably be put down soon, perhaps within 24 hours according to his surgeon. My friend mentioned the conflict in the Middle East, the tragedy in India, starving children. I don’t know why it affected me. I guess we all root for someone facing tough odds, even if that someone is a horse. Then it struck me that anything can become a metaphor for struggle and loss. Shrug. I know it’s just a horse. But he was beautiful.