He passed away between 2:30-3:10 PM at 22 years old. The vet came out to his stall to find him gone. They suspect he passed because of a blood clot, going by how fast he left. We buried him last night by my truck's headlights, down by our old windmill where the grass is always greenest. He had his Champion halter on, and we put a big bag of carrots by his head, and we dumped some senior feed next to him (he always dumped it out of his bucket, so we did it for him) and I gave him one last hug and kiss.
My dad always called him Hurr-Hurr, because that's how Braveheart would always greet him.