Today is a sad, sad, sad day. My golden retriever, Indiana Jones, is sick and we are putting him down tonight. We are burying him in our backyard next to Sarah, our other golden who died about 10 years ago.Indy was seriously the best dog ever. He was loving and friendly and always seemed to be smiling. He was basically the neighborhood's dog -- all of the kids would knock on our door to play with him. It was so cute. We used to go to the river and he'd swim forever. He'd even bark at you if you didn't throw him a stick quick enough. I think he and one of my friends got "married" to one another back in the day. He's been riden like a horse because he's such a big dog. He's been napped with and napped on. Like most dogs usually are, he was always there for me when I needed him. That might sound stupid, but sometimes when you are having an awful day, all you need is some puppy lovin', and Indy always came through. I remember one night, he sat up with me when I was really sick and never left my side. We used to go to the newsroom together, too, whenever I used to watch him for mom because I always felt so bad leaving him when I worked at night. My friend Steven, for whatever reason, called him "Bruno." Once, we were headed outside to pee, and becasue he was sick he couldn't hold it in, and he peed in the hallway. We bolted. It was hilarious. Whenever we watched him at my house in College Park, he'd always steal entire loaves of bread because his sickness made him super hungry and thirsty all of the time. My mom would always call and see how many new loaves of bread she owed the house. Indy is such a good dog that by simply knowing him my boyfriend, who isn't a dog person, said he'd be OK with getting a dog like Indy.
My poor boy is sick though. His kidneys are failling, he pees all over the house because he can't control his bladder and he is losing weight quickly. He can't be left alone in the house anymore and has to sleep in the garage. Luckily, he isn't in pain -- but we don't want to wait until he is. That would be miserable. So, tonight at 5:30, we have a vet coming to our house to send him to doggy heaven. And yes, there is a heaven just for dogs. And this book, "Dog Heaven," is the best book ever. It is all about how dogs get to go to this awesome heaven where they can run all day long, play with angel children, sleep on clouds, and eat all the treats they want. My grandmother gave it to my stepmom when our dog Bailey had to be put down a year ago. I gave it to my mom to make her feel better. I told her to read it to Indy before he goes there forever.
Basically, Indy was the best dog ever. I miss him already. So, if you are lucky enough to have your dog or some other pet still with you, give them some extra loving. Indy was only 8 years old -- not that old for a Golden. You never know how long they'll be with you. But you should love every moment they are.
<3 Indiana Jones
Miss you already pup.
Just remember, all dogs go to heaven.
