When I came home from Tucson I had to say goodbye to an old friend. Kirby had been little friend and my companion for 14 years. The night I returned home I knew immediately something was wrong. I kept him comfortable through the night and took him to the vet first thing in the morning.
His heart hard become too enlarged for his little body. So we gently led him across the bridge where his brother Buster has been waiting for him.
It was sort of poetic that Kirby died because his heart was too big. He always had a big heart full of love and sweetness. He had waited for me to return from my trip before he told us it was time for him to go. I am grateful for the chance to say goodbye and be there to help him as he crossed over.
It was with great sadness that I said goodbye to such a fine fellow. The house is quieter without him I miss him snarfing around the barrel of my chair well I worked in the studio there will never be another dog quite like Kirby. Goodbye old friend thank you for all the love you gave me anywhere after and smiles during this past 14 years together you will always be remembered.