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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 />

72<br />

G o o d Lu c k t o al l Co m p e t i t o r s

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