"Ask of the beasts and they will teach you the beauty of this earth." -St. Francis of Assisi
Just recently, I had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends. His name was Kirby--a Welsh Corgi with a gentle and beautiful spirit. Kirby's death was especially hard because I made the decision to have him euthanized. Euthanasia is supposed to be a gentle and easy death....I sure hope it was like this for Kirby.
I hope that he is in a better place now where he can romp around, splash through streams, and bury his head in the deep snow. For the last year of Kirby's life, he couldn't do most of these things he loved because he had lost the use of his rear legs and was unable to walk. I believe he had a disease called degenerative myelopathy (DM), but this was never confirmed since that would have involved some invasive medical procedures that I wasn't willing to have Kirby endure.
As Kirby's condition worsened, David and I became his only form of mobility. We would take him outside, wheelbarrow him around and try to figure out what exactly he wanted us to do for him. He had us trained pretty well, even though at times it was frustrating for all involved. It makes me think of something I read once...that you don't really own your dog, your dog owns you. This is so true......but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
I plan to write more about my memories of Kirby in other posts, mostly for my own self therapy, not really for anybody's reading pleasure. But if anybody does enjoy any of these stories, then all the better I guess.
Kirby, I'm so glad to have known you. Please know that you are missed tremendously and will never be forgotten......rest in peace old man.