RIP Kiki.
Kiki passed away today. She was somewhere between 16 and 18 years old, a very old doggy. She had a severe stroke and couldn't walk or eat properly anymore. The vet didn't think she'd be able to recover, so Mom and Dad had to put her down.
I still remember her as a young dog, barely more than a scared puppy, wandering the campus of my elementary school. How she was so thin when we brought her home that she slipped through the bars of our wrought-iron gate. And above all, how incredibly sweet and eager to please she always was. Even when her joints got so stiff that it was hard for her to get moving in the morning, she still wagged her curly, fluffy tail. Like a little flag.
I'm sure she's in doggy Elysium now, racing through fields and beaches and mountains with Casey. But it still hurts. Especially since I couldn't be there to say goodbye.
For a memorial picture, see thebookofmeg's entry. I'm on a borrowed computer and don't have any pictures on here.
Rest well, Kiki. We'll meet again someday.
I still remember her as a young dog, barely more than a scared puppy, wandering the campus of my elementary school. How she was so thin when we brought her home that she slipped through the bars of our wrought-iron gate. And above all, how incredibly sweet and eager to please she always was. Even when her joints got so stiff that it was hard for her to get moving in the morning, she still wagged her curly, fluffy tail. Like a little flag.
I'm sure she's in doggy Elysium now, racing through fields and beaches and mountains with Casey. But it still hurts. Especially since I couldn't be there to say goodbye.
For a memorial picture, see thebookofmeg's entry. I'm on a borrowed computer and don't have any pictures on here.
Rest well, Kiki. We'll meet again someday.