I'm getting a small taste of what Kirby had to go through when he visited the vet.  Poor Kirby had no idea what the trips to the vet were even for.  He'd get in the car, which he never like to do anyways, and we'd drive to the vet.  He'd start trembling as soon as we got in the parking lot.  I can relate.  Same thing happens to me when I get to the Dr's office. 

Happy Birthday Kirby. Hope you get to chase some turkeys and have a nice birthday dinner.

Today is the second anniversary of Kirby's demise.  While memories of him aren't constantly on my mind any longer, it still stings.  Miss you Kirby.

Another Silly holiday season has come and gone.  You know, you'd think time would heal quicker than it does.  But, it still seems like just yesterday Kirby was here.  Guess it's the punishment I get for having such a good memory.  Here I sit with a sore calf that I have to keep elevated and try and stay off of, so I've got nothing but time to sit and think.  It's not helping any.  I've never been a fan of the holidays.  Too many people morph into what they think are nice considerate human beings.. only to change back again once the silly season is over.  Now I like the holidays even less.  With Kirby, you always knew exactly where you stood.  

Happy 14th Birthday Kirby.. Wish I was there to celebrate it.

It was one year ago today that Kirby was "put to sleep". A term I hate. It feels like it was just yesterday.  This past year wasn't easy.  This coming year doesn't feel like its going to be any easier.  Maybe it will be. People keep asking if I'll get another dog.  No.  Too soon.  I don't want to go through that again yet.  Goognight Kirby.  Wish I was there.

Christmas just isn't the same without you Kirby.  It pretty much sucks.

I wonder if I'll ever stop feeling sad and missing Kirby.  When he was here, I was never really alone.

"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's."  -Mark Twain

As I sit here later in the evening, I am reminded of how much I miss Kirby's company at times like these.  After he became immobile, he would lay on the couch or on his mat on the floor and snooze.  I really miss listening to his rhythmic, heavy breathing while he slept.....he just seemed so peaceful.  A lot of times I would have to wake him up before carrying him upstairs to go to bed.  He would be sleeping so soundly that he didn't wake until I touched his head.  Near the end of Kirby's life, I always wondered about how comfortable he really was in his condition....I think he was truly comfortable when he was sleeping...I sure hope wherever he is now he sleeps just as peacefully.  Rest well old man....

Today is Kirby's Birthday.  He'd be 13 today.  We never really celebrated his birthday in the past.  I'm kind of wishing we had.  I guess we should always do what we can, when we can, before it's too late.  Happy Birthday Kirby.