Brokenhearted

Sir Kirby

Today we lost our sweet, sweet Kirby boy. I wasn't ready for him to go but he was ready to go. He had been doing better the past 5 days on meds after our vet visit last week.  He would even give us a weak bark to ask for a treat (or some baby carrots) and he was wagging his tail more often, but last night he seemed to be moving a little slower. He plunked down in front of the tub when I went for a long, hot soak.  I dozed off for a second and roused when I thought I heard my erratic breathing...then I realized it was his labored breathing.

This morning he didn't want to eat or drink. I gave him his first medicine to coat his stomach and Scott gave him his antibiotic 30 minutes later. By 7am he was vomiting. We couldn't get him to eat anything and he was so weak. Scott stayed with him after lunch when Kirby got up to apparently look for Emi. He fell down then went to her bathroom to rest. Emi made it home just in time to say "goodbye" to her buddy....

I knew when we picked Kirby out at the shelter 5 years ago that he was a special dog and after only a week of bonding with him I couldn't imagine our life without him. He was always locking eyes with me and winking at me and pawing me for some more loving. I am sad for our family and poor little Abbey. Not sure what she will do without her buddy, her compadre, her seeing eye dog...

Emi and Her Dogs back in 2007....

What the dogs did while we were at work...

Reluctant Santa Pup ("This is highly improper!")

Sweet, sweet puppies ....I thought they were smiling at me...

Camping in October 2008

My Little Nuzzler...

Sweet Boy sleeping with his Emi...

Gonna miss the way he always looked into my eyes



Rest in peace, my sweet Kirby boy...We love you and we miss you...