06/03/2024
Today I held my fur baby, warrior princess, and security of fifteen years in my arms for the last time. She went peacefully and though I was heartbroken I tried to be strong for her the way she has always been strong for me.
She wasn’t into toys but you could catch her doing spins whenever the silver box aka fridge opened. She was fiercely protective and would not like it if anyone tried to wake me if I fell asleep on the couch. She was a nervous Nelly and would chew on the blanket or anything soft when she was anxious. She always came when I called but always had one pointy ear listening just in case.
It was a small turn of fate that brought her to me. A couple walked into my family’s restaurant and asked my mom if she wanted a dog. Still grieving the loss of our furry and feathered babies we lost in a fire, my mother declined and turned to walk away when she overheard them saying they would just let her go on the side of the road. Being the animal lover my mother is (which she and my father passed to me), she quickly turned around and said she will take her. That was the day she was welcomed into the family.
My father wanted to name her Indiana because that’s where the couple were from and that’s all we knew about her. But I thought India was better suited for her. However where she came from didn’t matter for what she became was my most loyal companion, my shadow, and my best friend.
India, thank you for teaching me the importance of loyalty, to never stop being excited in the presence of yummy food, and of the beauty of lying in the sun.
We love you so much and we’re going to miss you but I know I have a new guardian angel that will be waiting for me at the end. I’ll always carry your tippy taps and sloppy kisses in my heart forever.
You can rest now. You were the bravest and sweetest girl. Thank you for choosing me as your person.
