IN MEMORY OF OUR FIRST GRANDDOGGIE

INDY, OUR FIRST GRAND DOGGIE WAS 15 YEARS OLD, 105 IN PEOPLE YEARS WHEN SHE GOT TO THE POINT IN HER JOURNEY OF LIFE WHERE SHE WAS SUFFERING TO MUCH TO CONTINUE. SO HER FAMILY DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR HER TO MOVE ON TO HER NEXT JOURNEY.

As many of her family as possible accompanied  her to her vets including her pal and other family doggie, Bunny.  Bunny was allowed to say good by to her friend Indy when the rest of the family said good by.

INDY WAS A VERY SPECIAL PORTUGUESE WATER DOG. She was a puppy when she came to her family.  We met her shortly after she arrived.  As soon as she checked out the house and figured out the dynamics of her family, she took charge.  She began mothering everyone. The children in the family were young and they became her children.  She figured out what time they went to bed and what time they got up, and from then on, she started pushing them to go up stairs when it was time and made sure they got up on time to go to school.  Unfortunately, Indy did not understand about weekends and days off so she tried hard to make them keep to the schedule, no mater what day.

We have had other dogs in the family, but none that we considered our Grand Doggies or part of our family. Indy was different.

When we, her grandparents came to visit, she greeted us with enthusiasm and a wagging tail.  No one came into her house without a friendly greeting.  She especially fell in love with Grampy Red.  Since we lived 4 hours away, we would talk to her on the phone, and when her human parents told her who we were she would talk back to her Grammy Connie and Grampy Red.  When we visited, she checked on us along with everyone else when she made her rounds of the household after everyone was in bed.  You could always count on Indy to stop by to be sure we were in bed. Then she would check the house to make sure all was well.

When she came to Maine with her family to visit us, she would sit up and start woofing when the car turned into our street.  She always knew when she arrived, where she was, and couldn’t wait to greet us and get patted and played with by Grampy Red.  I have a photo of Indy and Grampy Red, and both of them have a big smile.  As soon as I can copy it, I will post it with this Blog.

Indy was great at unwrapping her Christmas presents, and she left all the other ones alone.  Since she loved the rattle or bell best of all, she would tear apart the toy to get to the bell with great joy.

She kept her family safe.  When the kids swam in the pool, she didn’t jump in like other dogs would, she spend her time walking around the outside of the pool and watching over the swimmers to be sure they were OK.   Nothing got by Indy, she made sure we were all safe.

We have so many wonderful memories of Indy.  She was a wonderful loving mother dog for our whole family.  Where is she now?

It’s interesting that the Catholic Digest just had an article about dogs in this issue. A young boy didn’t want the family’s 15 year old dog put to sleep and someone wrote in and asked what to do. The title: BELOVED DOG TEACHES LESSONS IN LIFE AND DEATH.  

The article pointed out that: “One reason it’s hard to let a beloved pet go is that we’re not entirely certain what happens to them after they die. Some say they cannot possibly go to heaven because they have no eternal soul, while other argue that God draws all of creation to Himself. The Catholic Church says this is an open issue, and that’s a lucky thing for those of us whose brains light up at the mere mention of our pets. WE CAN’T IMAGINE ETERNITY WITHOUT THEM!”

SO I EXPECT THAT INDY IS IN HEAVEN HELPING GOD KEEP ALL THE NEW BABY ANGELS SAFE AND WE WILL SEE HER WHEN WE GET THERE. INDY WAS A WONDERFUL GRAND DOGGIE.

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