Winter Is the Best!

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Eating Bugs from the plant???









MMMMM...slurp

Sneak Attack

A day with Buddha...she smells funny

Hello again - updates coming soon. (to a theater near you) <--- (just joking)

Hello. It's been a while, but I wanted you guys to know that I am working on a compilation of stories about people who knew Indi from her frequent walks and talks in the park and on the street, it should be posted by July.

I was looking through my email recently and saw a few pictures that I thought couldn't go without sharing :]

Here they are:

Her Christmas garb. 

She hated baths, we'd have to put on swim suits as preparation, she couldn't stand them (baths not swim suits). 

She used to eat anything, back before her gut started to go. Eggs were her favorite though. 

Indi after a dip in the brook. 

Stylin' & Profilin' Lady Indigo Bird!

Indi was always stylin'...from her graceful walk to the way she lay on her bed (always in the mix of everything)! This picture was taken October 2014 around Halloween or after. I loved how she was always a willing model! Sadly, I've lost older pictures of her when she was younger...that'll teach me to back up my files.

She will be missed but never forgotten and will always be with us in our hearts!

I'll share with you some words of comfort that I hold dear and I hope it will help all those who miss Indigo Bird the same:

"When I must leave you

for a little while

Please do not grieve and shed wild tears

And hug your sorrow to you

through the years

But start out bravely with a gallant smile:

And for my sake and in my name

live on and do all things the same,

Feed not your loneliness

on empty days,

But fill each waking hour

in useful ways,

Reach out your hand

in comfort and in cheer

And I in turn will comfort you

and hold you near:

And never, never be afraid to die

For I am waiting for you in the sky!"

Love forever Indigo Bird

The Grave II

We finished burying Indigo, and then cried. Some more. Here is the final product.

We ended up with a mulberry tree seeing as how it will be strong, make mulberries (Indi loved them when she was younger) and end up being a nice height. (20ft)

indi in her last few minutes

       I feel empty, I have never lived a second of my life without indi being there. until now.

       when the vet came to euthanize indi we heard a knock on the door, that was only unusual because people who know us really well know that we never leave our door locked. When they came, I was in the living room with Boo! playing spit, my dad was on the couch working on his computer, and my mom was in the kitchen. they came in - our usual vet and a licensed technician as a helper. our vet had a suit case and the assistant had something that looked like a walkie talkie. they asked where we would like to do it, and the word "it" hung in the air. we were going to keep her on her pillow but we decided to walk her to her favorite spot on the porch. The vet explains that euthanizing was over dosing an animal with a sedative, so indi would calmly leave us. the vet was sure of her movements and she slowly injected indi with the sedative. At first we were all crying, by the end we were sobbing. Don't let anyone tell Boo! that she can't play sports cause with no warning whatsoever indi's head just dropped as she lost the strength to hold it up, and Boo! was right there to catch her. We all held indi as the last of her strength and soul dissipated. We all shared our thoughts and stories during her last minute or so and after that the vet quietly left and left us to grieve. When we had almost shriveled up from crying and couldn't breathe from hugs, I went over to a patch of moss and grabbed a head sized piece to put under her head, once we looked at indi, lying with the moss under her head we decided to cover her grave's floor with moss. while me and my mom were getting moss I pulled up one piece and under it was the propeller from and old rubber band windup plane. We showed my dad and he said "there are indi's wings witch only made sense because we were talking about indi sprouting wings before. my dad picked indi up and carried her to the edge of the lawn where her grave was.

INDIGO THE DOG NAMED BIRD

7/2000 - 4/6/2015

She earned her propeller

Notes on Grave Digging

Today - Easter (Happy Easter to all ye religious people) - we dug Indigo's grave.

We made sure she had a clear view of the shed, cabin, through the house to the front door, and a nice path straight into the woods. We are planning to put a tree on top, and circle the grave with the rocks we found while digging.

Indi on her spot.

The beginning of the rock pile.

We found a vein of this mysterious kind of rock that powdered when you touched it, the color was almost indigo blue. 

At the very end, it started to drizzle. I mentioned how cliched it was, how every single death scene / sad scene in a movie has rain. I thought it was going to pour, seeing as only that much rain could cover how painful this will be, but the weather forecasted a drizzle. 

There is a study that shows a soul weighs one sixth of a pound. (The researchers measures bodies before and after death, almost always the bodies weighed around 1/6th of a pound lighter). I am almost positive she'll be a third of a pound lighter. My dad agrees, we all think dogs have much bigger souls than humans.