We tried as hard as we could to save him. And once with us, he had a great life, which was as good as I coudl for him. The kids (a whole 4H group) woudl spend hours loving on him. We had naturalapaths comign out of the woodwork to bring him suppliments - at least for the first year. Heck, I even had a woman who never met me and lived 2000 miles away, send me $1000 to help me get him healthy.
For the short time we had him, he was well loved and he had a quick, painless, and fearless death - he is also only one of two resuces (the first one, actually) that I have ever brought in that didn't make it. I'm not a formal rescue, but I have take in over 20 horses/mules in over the decades, rehabed them, and either kept them or found them homes. So Braveheart has a very special place in my heart that makes me sad that we couldnt do more for him.
In spite of the fierceness of my icon, I have to go cry now.