My little Neanderthal pony in her winter fuzzies. <3
She was everything to me for a very long time; she was my Babygirl. I got her when she was 2 and I was 14 at Christmas. She was practically my baby, and she loved me like she did her own mother.
We had to sell her September 20, 2009, when she was 6 and I was 18 because of my lack of ability to function normally on a daily basis due to stress, Depression and stress-induced Schizophrenic tenancies and behaviors. Depression and Schizophrenia are no joke, they are not a choice, they are serious afflictions and they hurt like hell. Don't go bashing on people that are troubled by something that you've never experienced.
I miss her every day, and I still cry whenever I see her picture, hear her name, or even wonder if she's alright.