10/21/2026
I know a lot of people have questions about what happened to Chief, and I’ve been struggling to find the words to even begin explaining it. I know I don’t owe anyone an explanation but I also know Chief was loved by so many, and I understand that people want to know what happened.
I want to make it clear that any rude, judgmental, or disrespectful comments will not be tolerated. I am already carrying enough heartbreak, guilt, and what-ifs. I don’t need anyone adding to that.
Chief was involved in a tragic paddock accident. Somehow he managed to get himself caught in the rail fence. No I don’t know what he did exactly as I wasn’t there. I found him very shortly after and then replayed the security camera to try and figure it out but it happened behind his shelter out of sight. While trying to free himself, he suffered a devastating injury to his spine that left him paralyzed in his hind end.
We tried everything we possibly could to get him up. My vet did everything they possibly could think of but no matter what we tried, Chief couldn’t get up. We couldn’t even get him standing long enough to safely load him onto a trailer to get him somewhere for further help and diagnostics.
I need people to understand something. If there had been even the slightest chance that I could have saved him, I would have done absolutely anything. The reality of the situation was heartbreaking and extremely traumatic for myself. Chief was over 1,000 pounds, and trying to lift or move a horse of that size who is paralyzed and suffering from a serious spinal injury is incredibly difficult and dangerous. Suddenly watching your very stoic horse who’s never been injured a day in his life or needed an emergency vet visit thrashing around violently trying to get up is very traumatic. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
I didn’t give up on Chief. I let him go because I loved him too much to make him suffer any longer. The sparkle he always had in his eyes was gone and I knew I had to make the decision for his best interest even though it absolutely crushed me. Something I wish more people understood is that sometimes loving an animal means fighting with everything you have to save them… but sometimes as unfair and cruel as it feels, loving them means making the decision that completely breaks your own heart so they don’t have to hurt anymore.
Chief wasn’t just a stallion. He was my main squeeze. He had a personality, a presence, and a place in my heart that I don’t think any other horse will ever fill. I could throw anyone on him and he took care of them, he especially loved packing kids around. He started this entire thing for me and I will forever be grateful for him. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, but I know I never would have been.
One of the hardest parts of loving these horses is knowing that no matter how much we love them, how well we care for them, or how hard we try to protect them, sometimes the unthinkable still happens. In a matter of moments, everything can change, and you’re left wishing you could go back in time and somehow make it all turn out differently.
He is buried here overlooking the fields he loved racing through ❤️