They think that he must have coliced. A couple days ago they found that he had rolled out of his blanket, but everything else was fine. He showed no signs of being in distress at all. Last night he was standing at the gate at dinner time just like always, but this morning he wasn't there, and his pasture mate wouldn't leave a certain spot in the field. When the walked out there, they found him dead. This is a lesson barn and there are so many people that are going to be saddened by this. He was the horse on the way to the arena so EVERYONE stopped to pet him. He had all sorts of quirks and habits that annoyed you and made you laugh at the same time...one of his favorite was trying to bite the halter as you put it on him. He would follow you around his stall when you cleaned and poke you in the back while you were dumping so you almost always spilled your pile of poop at least once. For some reason, the men out there all loved this horse.
If you have a good saying, short poem, or inspirational phrase, I would love to hear them. I will be having this blown up and framed so it can hang in the barn.