My quirky, perfect horse. I waited eight years for her, and she was definitely worth it.
We were perfect for each other. We each had our quirks, and we both were a bit rough around the edges. Over the three months I had her, we had developed a bond like no other. I had documented our journey from day one and never dreamt that I'd have had such a limited time with her.
I'll never get those images out of my head, but rest assured, I loved her with all my heart and I'd like to think she loved me too. She was my heart horse and I think it was destiny that we met.
During her last moments, I rubbed her head and shoulder. I told her how much I loved her, and how she could crib all she wanted up in heaven. I told her that one day, we'd meet again and that I was so sorry that this happened to her.
Our first few days together were an adjustment period, but after that, I never questioned my choice. She was perfect for me, and I truly think I'll always compare any future horses to her. This is so surreal; I prayed to God that he'll help her out tonight and give her a bunch of hay.. perhaps an apple or two. I always gave her half an apple after every ride.
Indie, you were perfect, and I hope you know how much I loved you. Have an awesome time up there in heaven romping around... crib all you want, eat all you want and just be yourself, because I loved you, quirks and all.