On December 31, 2007 (Monday), I took my horse Buckaroo for a trail ride and he acted perfectly normal. I fed him that night and he ate all his hay, grain and alfalfa cubes. I checked on him around 2 a.m. when I got home from a party and threw him some more hay in his run in shed and he was fine, no signs, symptoms or anything. Tuesday morning I woke up to a neighbor knocking on my door and Yelling somethings wrong with Buck. I threw on a coat and mud boots and ran outside in my pajamas. He was dead in the run in shed. I was so shocked at first I couldn't hardly cry. It happened so fast and he had no signs or anything, ate all his food the day before and acted fine on our ride. The lady at the rescue I vollenteer for said it was probably a heart attack or an anyerism because he was around 25 years old or so.
Anyway, I miss him so much and I think about him every day and I wonder if it was my fault he's dead or if it was just his time to go to heaven. I cry every night wondering if he colicked and I didn't get to him in time, or if I gave him bad hay or something. I just miss him so much.

