Kaiser 2000 - 2008
This morning, we received a call which I had been dreading for some months now. The tipping point had come when Kaiser's condition had deteriorated so much that his spirit was slipping away irretrievably, and the joie de vivre and desire to live which we sensed these months despite his suffering became almost non-existent. To keep him with us any longer would be selfish.
I still remember when he has just a puppy, all those year back, when you could almost cradle him in your hands. I remember him also as a pebble stealer and his sneaky attempts to jump onto the sofa, which got him banned from the living room. I remember him too as being unable to withstand the sight of birds, which resulted in him flunking doggie kindergarten because he would rather bark at them than listen to his commands. He was fiercely territorial, barking freely at lizards and cockroaches which were within sight but just outside his reach. He was also the manic ball-chaser, the tennis ball fiend, the one who growled when he couldn't subdue a volleyball, the one who would bark back in protest when he was shooed off to bed before his bedtime. He loved to shake hands and to give high-fives. He was a babe magnet. He offered up his nose for patting each morning as I left for school or work. He also loved attention, always choosing to flop down in the middle of wherever a group of people were sitting or standing. He was also a great listener, being happy to sit, or more often than not, lie down next to you whilst you told him about your day, looking at you with his deep soulful eyes.
Gosh, I am going to miss him so much.
Rest in peace, my friend.
I still remember when he has just a puppy, all those year back, when you could almost cradle him in your hands. I remember him also as a pebble stealer and his sneaky attempts to jump onto the sofa, which got him banned from the living room. I remember him too as being unable to withstand the sight of birds, which resulted in him flunking doggie kindergarten because he would rather bark at them than listen to his commands. He was fiercely territorial, barking freely at lizards and cockroaches which were within sight but just outside his reach. He was also the manic ball-chaser, the tennis ball fiend, the one who growled when he couldn't subdue a volleyball, the one who would bark back in protest when he was shooed off to bed before his bedtime. He loved to shake hands and to give high-fives. He was a babe magnet. He offered up his nose for patting each morning as I left for school or work. He also loved attention, always choosing to flop down in the middle of wherever a group of people were sitting or standing. He was also a great listener, being happy to sit, or more often than not, lie down next to you whilst you told him about your day, looking at you with his deep soulful eyes.
Gosh, I am going to miss him so much.
Rest in peace, my friend.