It sounds like he passed peacefully. He was the kind of horse that followed me everywhere and was just so sweet. (A foundation bred QH.) I used to let him into the barn aisle in the evening, while I prepared everyone's breakfasts for the next morning. He would check out the grain bins and buckets and supplements, but he never knocked anything over. When it was time to go back in his stall, I just had to open the door and he'd walk back in. He would nuzzle me when I had to treat him for anything, as though he knew I was helping, however unpleasant the "help" was.
It's breaking my heart, but I know he lived a good, long life.
Here's to all the old well-loved horses. May their passings also be peaceful.
And now I've got the names of farriers and vets for the PITA princesses.
Last edited by twelvegates; Jun. 24, 2013 at 03:31 PM.
Nothing with horses is ever easy or cheap. And if it is, you're doing it wrong. They always rip out part of your soul when they leave. I guess that's how they find us later.