The Dressage Affaire - 2011 Show Program
The Dressage Affaire - 2011 Show Program
The Dressage Affaire - 2011 Show Program
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THE DÉJÀ VU [MEMORIAL AWARD]<br />
“In Loving Memory of a World Class Horse”<br />
How do you say goodbye to a creature that is so noble, so<br />
grand, and so giving? Our horses are our dance partners,<br />
without them there is no sport. With them we create music,<br />
harmony … beauty.<br />
On September 19, 1994, my Déjà vu was put down to end<br />
his pain. In July of 1993, at the Olympic Sports Festival, he was<br />
going the best of his life. Four days before competition began,<br />
he came up severely lame. Once home, we found out that he<br />
tore cartilage in his stifle. He was operated on one month later,<br />
the torn cartilage flap had to be removed, leaving him with no<br />
cartilage in that area. We could only hope that the fibro-cartilage<br />
that would form in the area would be dense enough to give him<br />
the cushion he needed to be pain-free, since there was no joint<br />
replacement available for a horse’s stifle. We used every modality,<br />
injection, and additive that was available to aid in the growth of<br />
fibro-cartilage. Over a year later we were faced with a decision<br />
I had never faced before. He could not walk without limping<br />
severly. He was in pain, both physically and mentally. He had<br />
always loved to work and now could only watch me on Dutch<br />
Treat. He called to us all day and night if he thought he heard us<br />
coming out of the house.<br />
DJ was a tremendous athlete. He was cocky and proud like<br />
a stallion, but loving and cute like a baby. He loved the show<br />
ring. We were preparing our debut in Grand Prix in 1994. He<br />
was my dance partner, like no other I’d had before. He carried<br />
me through our “waltzes” with grandeur. Without him I have<br />
felt lost. I have no partner: I can’t dance.<br />
Through tragedy I have grown, and have found a stronger<br />
nucleus of caring, love and support from my parents, family<br />
and friends. It has helped me to remain positive and continue<br />
striving for my goals, equestrian or otherwise. I miss DJ tremendously.<br />
He was buried north of Santa Barbara, on a hillside<br />
overlooking the ocean. We thought this was fitting. He lived<br />
with dignity and he died with dignity. This letter is in memory<br />
of DJ and all the other special partners that have been lost.<br />
Kim Keenan.<br />
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G o o d Lu c k t o al l Co m p e t i t o r s