I said good bye to Levi last night. Only, it wasn’t the soft caress of his cheek as the euthanasia was administered that I had envisioned as a child. He was in Upstate New York, and I was in Lexington, KY, when I got the call. “He’s not doing well. The vet said he’s so volatile that he can barely give him any meds.” … Read More The Thoroughbred: A Torrid Love Affair Part II.