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Indy Dog - Eating Cats in the Afterlife Now.
We rescued her from some people down the street who couldn’t take care of her anymore. She was stuck in a dirty back yard all the time with a big ol’ Rottweiler that wouldn’t play with her. They called her “Sassy” but I insisted we change her name to Indy, as in Indiana, as in “Thats the dog’s name, Junior.” (say it like Sean Connery.) She didn’t know how to play well with other dogs, and only ever wanted human attention. She eventually got along ok with the other dogs, but because of her Australian sheep herding blood, she had to be kept in her own little area of the house, so she wouldn’t try to round up the cats, or pee on the couch.
Indy stayed in Memphis with Heidi, and Rusty when I came to Denver, and I heard many stories if her adventures after I left, including running off into the woods at the park and chasing the cats around the house.
Poor Indy never really adjusted to normal life, and always had a nervous personality. She had problems with fireworks and thunderstorms.
Over the past few weeks she became ill and after a trip to the doctor’s office they discovered she’d eaten some stuff she probably shouldn’t have. Possibly, during a recent panic attack from some big storms. Yesterday she had to have surgery to remove stuffed animal stuffing, a bell, and part of her intestines.
I got a phone call this morning from Heidi informing me poor ol’ Indy did not make it through the night.
She’s happier now wherever she is. She had a rough time in life, and never really fit in. All she ever wanted was a family of her own, I think. She probably needed to be an only child, where she didn’t have to share the attention, but I know Heidi gave her a good home and all the love she could possibly need.
We’ll miss you, Indy dog.
