01/13/2026
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On December 15, 2015 a beautiful bay stallion arrives at Old Friends. This is the day a new chapter begins for him. Never to put on a saddle again and just enjoy the pure ecstasy of being a horse. His name is Touch Gold. This bright and intelligent guy was very happy at Old Friends with all the folks that dearly loved him and took care of him through his retirement years. I wonder if he looked across the paddock and remembered the day he beat Silver Charm in the Belmont and took away the chance of him getting the Triple Crown. To the two of them it was just another day of doing what they did best - racing.
I didn't meet Touch Gold until a year ago. It was one of those special moments when you instantly knew you had found a best friend. He was getting on in years and had some aging and medical issues and needed to eat his carrots shredded. I would walk up to his paddock and he would walk over to me - a bit slower these days, and we would share a banana. Yes, I do mean share. Of course, he liked the banana very ripe and always insisted on having the first bite. And his bites were always bigger than mine. We would take turns sharing our banana.
Now as I walk up to his empty paddock, I brush my fingertips over his name plate and a tear runs down my cheek. I turn to walk away, and as I do I look back, time stops, and I say to my precious friend, thanks for the memories โ theyโre PRICELESS.