Above is a pic of KC the day we brought her home. Yes, I had just brushed her. I still have her brush and a lock of her fur. She did have a beautiful coat of fur!
She was such a special dog and we were very lucky to have her in our lives. She brought me so much joy and laughter. My mom and I got her from the SPCA in '95. She was surrendered to the SPCA by her owner because she had heart worms and her owner did not have the financial means to get KC treated. The SPCA knew that KC would be an adoptable dog, so they treated her for heart worms. Bear in mind this was back before the SPCA became a no kill rescue. My mom and I happened to be at the right place at the right time. We saw her first and then looked at every other dog in the kennel, but came back to her. There was just something about her. She was meant to be my dog. She had the sweetest little face with big sad puppy dog eyes. In her younger days, she was a very active dog and would play fetch for hours! She wore me out!! Her energy level decreased over the years, arthritis set in and then cushings. She was definitely a fighter, a survivor. However you want to define it.....she was the meaning of the word!! She loved rolling around in the leaves in the fall, and baking in the sun in the summer. She will live on in our hearts and we take comfort in knowing that she is waiting for us at the bridge.
My mom gave me this beautiful poem months ago. She had an artist draw a very pretty bouquet of purple and pink flowers on the front. Purple was KC's color. So thoughtful.
A Dog's Plea
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail and when the sound of your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege for sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my friend, when I am very old and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see to it that my life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your loving hands.
By Beth Norman Harris
I just want to get to the point where I think of her and smile instead of crying. I will never forget her, just want to think of her and remember her better years and not of her suffering.
One last Eskimo Kiss.
We love you K.C. and miss you very much!!
Thank you to all who have sent cards, thoughts, prayers, condolences, plants, poems and kind words. We appreciate your support during this difficult time.
One last Eskimo Kiss.
We love you K.C. and miss you very much!!
Thank you to all who have sent cards, thoughts, prayers, condolences, plants, poems and kind words. We appreciate your support during this difficult time.