Kizzy last week.
Kizzy, six years old (2001)
Paw prints in the car, heart worm meds sticker on the calender, blanket in the family room are all reminders that Kizzy is gone. But the hardest part is when we leave or come home...she is just not there.
Kizzy was diagnosed and died so quickly that I am still reeling from it. Yes, she was old, but not 16 like val's coworkers dog. Suffering belongs to everyone, but lately we seem to be holding more than enough.
We are so sad to be without our dog and by the calls and emails pouring in, we know that she was special. Not just to us.
She was my girl. She slept in between my legs for a good portion of her life. She was our family and we miss her.
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Little Kizzy,
The addition of you to your owners life made me want a dog of my own so bad. To see that a young adult could be so responsible as to have a well trained, loving, good at camping dog. Because of you I set the goal to get a dog of my own after I met the goal of getting certified as an athletic trainer. From witnessing your first menses with a whacky diaper to witnessing your sad passing via the internet. I have to say "Good job seeing Claire from college to familyhood. I assume you got over your fear of little people, and Benny wishes he could have hung".
Mutts are the best dogs.
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