Our dog had gotten old. He didn’t see or hear very well and had seizures occasionally. We had gotten him from a shelter when he was three years old and he lived with us for 13 years. That is a long life for a dog his size.
He had obviously been mistreated by prior owners. He trained us in what was acceptable behavior – never, ever try and grab him by the collar and that kennel was certainly not meant for him. Once he could trust us, he was fiercely loyal and took the role of house protector very seriously.
I miss him every time I walk in the front door or open the back door. Oddly, I still think I hear him when I am upstairs – he used to plop down on the floor at the foot of the stairs to wait for me to come down.
He was a good boy. My husband has declared that the will be a period of mourning for Kirby. That’s okay with me. I am not ready to give my heart out again right now.
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