Goodnight, Kirby

We said goodnight to our Kirby yesterday afternoon. Although we knew it was coming, we were unprepared for how heartwrenching it would be. Kirby has been a part of our family for fifteen years, longer than Flynn has been alive. He was more than a pet, more than a dog. Kirby was an essential part of our family, and he will be missed every single day. 

Yesterday our entire family spent the afternoon with him in his favorite place, here at home. He ate his favorite thing ever, pumpkin bread, and snuggled with Steve all afternoon. Our vet is the most compassionate doctor ever and came to our home so Kirby could be comfortable and at peace. He was indeed, and after each of us said goodnight, Kirby was free from his pain and confusion. We are left to grieve him, and as one who has never lost a pet, I am learning how very difficult that is.

We are comforted by the fifteen years of memories and the many pictures we have of him throughout the years. Thank you, Kirby, for your friendship, loyalty, and love. Thank you for being there through so many chapters of our lives, both happy and sad. You were Daddy's best friend, and the bond you two had will never be replaced. You were more than a pet to all the kids, sharing a special relationship with each one. And you were Mocha's partner in crime. You loved the color orange, socks, pumpkin bread, opening presents, Kraft cheese slices, and being in family pictures. You were and will always be King Kirby. We miss you, Kirby. Goodnight. Sleep tight.

Thank you for visiting, my friends.

I am always glad you do.

BillieJo