Indulge me, please. My dog, Kirby, died today.

Kirby Died Today

Our little Westie, Kirby, died today. I didn’t see it coming. I took him to the vet last Thursday and she treated him for an ear infection, did some bloodwork, checked out his heart and kidneys, all fine. She told me his liver readings were up a bit, probably due to the allergy meds he was taking. He had started to show signs of arthritis, but not unexpected at thirteen years of age. She figured he was in good shape for his age, probably had another couple of years in him.

We took him with us out to Port Blandford as Paul had to do a favour for a friend, and he slept between us on the front seat of the truck all the way out. Coming home today, he was cuddled up by my side under his blanket, asleep, when suddenly he stretched out his front legs and stopped breathing. Several minutes went by before we realised he was gone.

He has been my friend and constant companion for thirteen years. I can’t believe he’s gone. There’s a huge hole in my heart.

                                                                                                                                   October 9, 2001 – February 11, 2015

Sleep well, sweet prince and softly.