Collapsed and Died at Northfield; Another Kill at Los Alamitos

I have confirmed that The First Star collapsed – “just fell over,” says a witness – and died during the running of the 2nd at Northfield Park Saturday. She was four.

This, from the most recent Stewards Minutes at Los Alamitos: “One equine death was reported this week due to racing injuries.” The victim was not identified.

This is horseracing.

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  1. OMG a workout notification for HALOS AND ANGELS on December 6 at Mahoning Valley. The abuse of this mare continues while racing turns a blind eye. They don’t give a damn.

  2. And where has SHAMROCK ROAD gone….does anyone know?
    No doubt his last licenced trainer and registered owner would know.
    And Charles Edward Sexton trainer/owner for most of Shamrock’s racing career raced this gelding into the ground when he was just a baby. Wonder if he asked Shamrock for forgiveness when he signed him over when not performing anymore $$$ and knowing full well that Shamrock was entering the first stage of the slaughterhouse pipeline…….

    • And where has Jill’s Reflection gone ?
      She also was brutally overworked by her breeder/owner (Rose Family) when she was a
      2/3 yr. old.
      Of all the owner/trainers this mare had I would be willing to bet none give a damn what happened to her.
      Unfortunately this is the rule rather than the exception for the vast majority of these horses.

  3. Saturday night at Northfield Park was supposed to be a festive Christmas party evening with some good friends and good food. I had been invited by some close friends who know of my thoroughbred racing and track background – but I figured – well, it’s standardbred racing. In my mind, the Standardbreds aren’t as frequently hurt or killed racing as the tbs. So off we went, my son in tow, who had gotten to experience some of the excitement with me at the tb tracks while I was still involved in that. As we were trying to find our group, I was speaking to the hostess that worked there – asking some questions about the track and had mentioned I used to have racing tbs and had worked the track. Her response was “oh that had to have been soooo much fun!” I groaned and told her, yes at times it could be, but there were so many times that were horrible… and before we discussed it further, off went the second race.
    As we watched it – I noticed there was a little filly that started to lag further and further behind. And then in my mind, I started to wonder. Not knowing much of standardbred racing at all- do they “ease” their horses when they notice they are struggling and not competitive like tbs sometimes do? Do they keep going? Do they van off? Do they just stop? In the meantime – this filly dropped farther back. As I was wondering all this – the horses began to cross the finish line. Then I heard the track announcer excitedly, and almost cheerfully, announce ” oh we have a horse down on the turn, we have a horse down on the turn, #7, The First Star”. Cheerfully. In the meantime – my friends found me- so I ran over to them – where now I had a clearer view of that turn. That poor little filly laid flat out on her side where she had just fallen over. The driver jumped out of the sulky and ran to her, quickly unharnessing her. I waited and watched, and held my breath. I assumed once the harness was off – she would pop up and be ok. But she was not. I kept watching, and waiting. For her to twitch a leg, move a hoof, any tiny sign of life. But there was none . And there she laid- as a sadness sunk in over the group I was with, most realizing that most likely this little filly was dead where she lay. Finally the track trucks tried to block the view from the grandstand, the vet rolled up. And after what seemed like forever – a truck pulling a rickety stock trailer rolled up – and this poor filly’s lifeless body was drug into the trailer – which was in total view of the dinner crowd.
    Now – with my friends knowing my track background – said – do you think she’s ok? I said – no, she’s dead. And I quickly turned away and headed to the hostess table – and I told her then – THIS was why working at the track and racing was horrible. In all forms, and why I couldn’t do it anymore.
    The group I was with never really recaptured the excitement and happiness that night. And the leader of the club even said that this was the first time ever she had seen a live racing death in all the years she had gone there. Even during our parting discussions, multiple people said it would have been a nice night, and so sad that it was ruined by a horse’s death at the track.

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