On Wednesday, the world lost one of its great dogs.
Indy (aka Indiana Bones and Indy-nomicron) was a seven year old tricolored Cardigan Welsh Corgi. He was owned and dearly loved by Cait, and spent most of his time recently with her parents, where he could be an only dog and get ALL of the attention (which was how it should be, in his mind!).
I first met him a couple of years ago, and he introduced me to how awesome Cardis are. I found him a joy to work with. He was stubborn, drivey, creative, and very confident – the kind of dog that some people dread working with but that I adore. He loved pushing his limits – while working, he’d look at you with a glint in his eye and say, “Can I do it THIS way?” It was wonderful to see a corgi with his drive, and I’ll never forget playing tug with him, with him gripping the tug even when lifted off the ground and swung around.
Indy was always thrilled to see his friends – he’d run at you and fling himself up against your legs, grinning madly. When he saw Cait, his expression would soften – excited still, but with a softer smile and adoration shining out of his eyes. He charmed everyone he met, and amassed quite a fan club over the course of his life.
Cait misses you, Indy, and so do I and everyone else who knew you – there’s an Indy-shaped hole in our world. You blessed our lives and made them richer for knowing you.