And the first day feels like it was yesterday.
I was 22 and brought a wild, spunky, rescue dog into my home and heart. I decided to call her Kirby.
She changed everything. There is something epically special about a dog that is all your own and there is nothing like a girl and her dog. Class with a whole lot of sass. She has been my partner in crime, walking buddy and caught more than a few tears in that old fur of hers.
16 years, 3 months, 16 days. Between you and me, she always loved the days that it was just she and I against the world the best. Kirby is the kind of dog that is meant to be a girl’s dog.
With a very heavy but grateful heart, I say goodbye here on earth to my best girlfriend. I send her off
knowing my sweet Madison is up there ready to love her and care for her and probably get into trouble with her. Oh the fun they will have together. If I close my eyes, I can smell my Dad firing up that grill with Rizzo by his side ready to greet my girl with the biggest, juiciest burger you can imagine.
Peaceful passing to you dear friend. You are most loved and brought more joy to us than we could ever thank you for. Fare thee well <3
