If Love Could Have Saved You...

Really no other words necessary.  This says it all, doesn't it?  There are people who just get dogs and seldom have any contact with them and then there are people who fall in love with a pet.  Most of the people reading this post fall into the last category and know what I mean when I say our hearts are broken.  Our hearts with time will get better but they will never be the same and for that, we are thankful.

Our Kirby was a one of a kind.  He was Alpha and he was high maintenance.  He told us when it was time to go to bed and when to get up.  He barked and flipped his bowl when he wanted food in the bowl AND in Kasidy's bowl.  It wasn't necessarily that he wanted to eat...he just wanted the bowls filled at particular times.  He barked when he wanted to go out and he pushed the door open when he was ready to come in.  He barked when Kasidy wanted to go out and when she wanted to come in.  She just tapped on the door but wouldn't push the door.  He looked out for her.

He had special places throughout the house.  He made a "cave" in the bottom of one of the closets and sometimes slept in there.  He slept on the beds with us and often preferred the cold hardwood.  He had a special chair in our bedroom and one in the den.  And he loved to be under the beds with just his nose sticking out or his back rear feet.  He felt he was invisible, of course.  We would say where on earth is Kirby and he'd hide and then pop out.  He ran like the wind from the den, down the hall to the bedroom chair that he hopped up in and a split second later was down running down the hall to the den to grab his stuffed frog and take off to begin the "schnoodle 500 again".

He was fast as the wind and loved for us to cheer him on with "GO KIRBY GO"---"Wow, LOOK AT THAT BOY GO". There is not a room in the house that doesn't have special reminders of things Kirby liked to do or places he made his own.  When we move furniture, we will probably still find raw hide bones he's hidden even though we haven't used them in a couple of years.  I still cannot believe he is gone.  It hurts with ever fiber of my body.  There are some things in this world that are just irreplaceable and he is one of them.  We have two other dogs that we love dearly and one day will probably have a third but there is no doubt that there will never be another dog like Kirby.  He was a one of a kind treasure that we were blessed to have in our lives.  Good job, Kirby.  You were the best buddy ever!