Dear Beloved Baby,
I, for one, will never, ever forget your spectacular backstretch gallop at Churchill Downs, when you shot past the field by 17 lengths and awakened the ghost of Secretariat.
Even Jesse Owens must have wept when he saw it.
Tonight, my daughters and I are grieving.
You were the real deal: No attitude. No roids. No looking back. Just an extraordinary gift of God.
Rest in Peace, Champion. We love you.
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