Yesterday was a pretty brutal day around our house. We had to get our beloved dog put down.
Let me rewind.
Indy had been a part of Kevin’s life since she was a pup – 13 years ago. She grew up sleeping in his bed and riding shotgun in his truck. She accepted me 100% when I came into Kevin’s life 7.5 years ago. And she loved my babies from the moment they were born.
When most people look at a pitbull, or American Pitbull Terrier – as they are correctly known, they are afraid, apprehensive, and unsure. Indy was the exact opposite of what you see on TV. She had big, brown eyes that were somehow disarming. You couldn’t look at her and be afraid. You could look at her and feel at ease, her eyes were kind.
Indy was fit and vibrant her entire life, you could see her muscles rippling underneath her brindle coat. Despite all the muscle, she was incredibly gentle. Never once, in the nearly 5 years that we’ve had children, did she knock one of them down or jump up. She knew her size and strength and always tempered it around the kids.
She was fiercely protective. I never worried about us when Indy was around. We’ve had stray dogs come to our home and Indy allowed the emaciated strays to eat her food and drink her water, but never allowed them to get between her and the kids. She would gently herd the stray far away from us should we come outside and not allow the stray between her and the kids for any reason. She did this without so much as a growl, bark or bite. She has chased wild animals off of our property many times and kept our rural yard safe for us.
A week or so ago, I noticed Indy’s stomach was slightly distended, I didn’t really think much of it, I thought maybe she had eaten something that didn’t agree with her. We took her in yesterday and they gave us the heartbreaking news that she had advanced congestive heart failure in both right and left sides of her heart. That her abdomen was filling with fluid and her lungs were filling fluid. She had lost a huge amount of her muscle tone, and looked impossibly thin. The Vet said that she was coping extremely well, but that she would soon be unable to mask her problems. We were given the grim news that she had maybe days, or weeks left, at most. At that point, we didn’t know what to do. Kevin had to make the horribly difficult decision to end our sweet Indy’s suffering.
Indy was a good dog, she was loved incredibly and will be sorely missed.