Tribute to Kirby
This day comes along eventually for every family, but it’s still difficult. Mom sent an email today letting me know Kirby had to be put to sleep. Mom, I’m sorry you had to go through that. If I were at home, I would have cried all day. For some reason, it’s easier to handle from 6,000 miles away. I think it’s because it seems surreal. I can’t imagine opening up the bottom drawer of the fridge and not hearing the pitter-patter of puppy paws coming toward me. To to eat an apple and not have him suggestively pawing at me. To give mom a hug and not have him “protect” her by barking at me. Despite his temperamental shortcomings at times, he was still our dog and a part of the family.
Here’s to you Kirb…I posted a picture of us hours before my flight to Argentina. Six weeks later, I’m crying at a McDonald’s in Buenos Aires and thinking of you. I hope you had a great ride to doggie heaven, have an unlimited stash of carrots, and can go for a walk whenever you like.
I shed a tear
Seriously.
i was sadder than you think (or i thought) i would have been…
Aw, I’m sorry about your news, Kyle. Wish I could bring you a copy of “All Dogs Go To Heaven” along with a hug. ~April~
Aw, I’m sorry about your news, Kyle. Wish I could bring you a copy of “All Dogs Go To Heaven” along with a hug.
Kyle & Paul,
I can sleep without someone pawing me at 5:30 a.m. to eat and go outside; I can eat popcorn without a dog burrowing into my lap; I can stay at work if I need to without worrying about letting the dog out and feeding him; I don’t have to open the door to let the dog out and then go back two minutes later to close it — and then do it again an hour later; no more cleaning up pee spots on the carpet.
All the things I don’t have to do anymore — so why am I still sad?
You don’t realize how much your everyday life becomes accustomed to a little white furball named Kirby. Mom was working late the other night , so I dinged around at the office because I didn’t want to go home to a totally empty and quiet house; I’m still checking his water dish everytime I walk by; I’ll actually have to sweep the floor more often; I still look for him to come running and then realize he’s not just somewhere else in the house — he’s gone.
Well, enough melancholic musings. In some ways it’s a relief considering his health problems and our schedule. We enjoyed him while we had him and on we go with life. The attached photos are not the greatest, but here are some we took this fall while we were doing yard work. Enjoy the memories.
Dad