His time was up, was all. He had developed a neurological condition that made it difficult for him to walk.
One of the things about owning animals is that most -- dogs, cats, horses and all -- don't live as long as people, and sometimes responsible people have to make the decision to end the animal's life.
He was still bright and interacting while we hung out with him this morning, feeding him carrots and peppermint treats. The vet came, and fed him more peppermint treats as she administered an anti-anxiety drug, and then an overdose of sedatives. He was still mouthing peppermints as he folded up and went on to the next thing, whatever that might be.
Euthanizing him was the right decision. Horses don't fear death. I don't think they conceptualize death. But they do fear predators, and it must be awful to be a horse, whose only real defense is to run away, and be unable to run. I don't think he had fearful moments, this last week, but it was only a matter of time.
I'm really sad. Not only was he a noble horse, he was part of a number of stories, all completed now.