The ugly bio of a racehorse known as Face the Fire:
10 years old, will turn 11 in February.
109 times under the whip. 109.
Very much active: Thus far in 2015, has been raced 15 times – among them, 7 different times in which he was brought back within two weeks. Last raced just Monday in a $4,000 claiming at Mahoning, a (racino) track that not coincidentally pays first-last.
Three races ago (October 6, Mountaineer), disqualified for a “positive test.”
Imagine the unmitigated suffering of this pathetic animal: the lonely, deadening existence; the stress of incessant shuffling among trainers, owners, barns, and tracks; the lashes, the pounding – the drugs; a body – muscles, bones, tendons, ligaments – barely hanging on, old before its time; an unknown final fate, a fate that very well could include exsanguination in some foreign slaughterhouse.
This is horseracing.