Rookie, she did have one. It had just came in a few days before this happened. I had taken a picture of her beside it, after a few tries because she kept trying to poke it with her nose and the corner would poke her so she's back out of the picture. She was a goof, but I was too, so I loved that about her.
I do still feel really dazed and confused, but at random moments, I just cry because the whole realization that she's gone comes back. It makes me even more scared for when Moses, our family dog passes on.. or Cali. But, there was still just something special about Indie. Maybe it was because I had waited for a horse for eight years and I finally got her. I just hope everyone is right about me taking excellent care of her and that it was the best three months of her life. My instructor said she's really proud of how well I took care of Indie and that she'd let me own/take care of her horses any day of the week. I just wish we had longer together.. we had so much to work on. The more I think of it, the more I realize how 'off' she was before Wednesday. On Tuesday night, she was really girthy and didn't try brushing herself like she always did.. I'd start going up and down on her face with the curry mitt and if I'd stop, she'd always start rubbing her head on it herself.
I slept with her cooler on my bed last night as a blanket and asked her to help me get to sleep easier. I talked to her for about fifteen minutes before going to bed. I almost started crying a few times, but somehow, I managed to get to bed.
I didn't end up going to school today.. but I'm going to see if Mackenzie will bring some of my stuff home for me today. Maybe I'll take all my work up to Indie's grave and do it there.