You can imagine what a shock it was when I went to his stall one day to not find him. I looked in the other stalls, and even in the other barns. He wasn't anywhere. I then asked someone where he might be. She began to get teary-eyed.
I hadn't been there in a week, so I wasn't completely up-to-date on things. But apparently he had been put out in the paddock with a mare named Natalie (I had ridden her and she was great), and she had gotten too rowdy, or too crazy, or something, and had killed him.
I don't know how it happened, but I do know that on that day a lot of dreams were crushed.
I had one picture of him, which I ended up giving away. I will miss him forever.
My Winning Colors.