I feel like I have been sad for a long time now. Sad since Tasha unexpectedly crashed back in 2013. Just trying to move and get moving.
I knew then that I would have a really hard time if I lost Kota without another dog to bond with. They are my soul incarnate. They give me someone to care for, someone to play with and train with. They become a piece of me and I them. Tasha took a big piece of my soul with her and Twitch brought a piece with him. He is no Tasha but he is fun. I knew when I left Tasha that night at the emergency vet that she may not make it. I told her I would see her on the other side. I had hoped it would be the other side of surgery but I’ll have to wait to see the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.
In fall of 2013 Kota was diagnosed with cancer. I knew his time was limited but he hung on for another year. He lost mobility and balance. He lost eye sight. But he was still my heart dog, my soul. Then he started to get worse and lost a lot of weight. I told him about a month before he died that he could go. That I was as ready as I could be and it was ok. That last night I think he was ready to go. He was tired and breathing was getting harder for him. I am so thankful that Tasha sent Twitch along to help me.
I wish I had a way to help Kris. Shadow was his heart dog, his baby girl. I told Shadow a few days before that it was ok. That if she was ready, it was ok. Kris said the day before she died that he finally told her it was ok. I think she was waiting to make sure he would be ok and that he was ready.
I hope that Twitch can bring him some comfort during this time. It’s not easy to lose a companion of 15 years.
The original four have passed on now. The next generation is up and coming.