11/02/2026
It's taken me two weeks to be able to write this post.
Two weeks ago today we said goodbye to Chance, 32-year-old Morgan and newbie teacher extraordinaire. We euthanized him on a sunny fall day, with me and one of the other folks who had grown to love him by his side. The vet was extremely kind and explained in advance everything we would observe as Chance left this world.
Euthanizing Chance was heartbreaking, but the right decision. While he looked really good for a 32-year-old horse, he struggled mightily last winter with cold founder (also called winter laminitis), and it was likely he would experience this condition again. What happens with cold founder is that the horse experiences reduced circulation through their feet because of cold temperatures and that results in extreme pain. Among other interventions, Chance had to be kept indoors for many weeks last winter while we helped him to overcome the pain. This is not a happy condition for any horse.
Chance also had had stifle (knee) issues in his hind legs for many years and he could no longer eat hay or grass. We fed him a "soup" of soaked hay cubes and Triple Crown Senior, with snacks of wetted hay pellets in between the four meals he was getting daily, to make up for the hay and grass he could no longer consume. He could chew hay and grass, just not swallow it. So, we still provided him with both for "enrichment" purposes.
If I'd lived in a warmer climate I would have kept Chance going. But, I don't. It was time, given our location and facilities. All over New England folks are making decisions regarding elderly and ill horses as to whether they should navigate another winter. Quality of life is always front and center in these decisions.
Below is the last picture I took of Chance, a brown horse with a small white patch in the middle of his forehead, wearing a blue blanket with green trim and walking under leafless apple trees towards me. He loved walking out to the apple trees and "grazing" under them. On the way, he would interact with or just hang out near our miniature horses in their pen. Chance always came to me when I went out to retrieve him. And, he was wonderful with folks new to horses. Such an easy old man.