The dog days of summer
Posted on 25 August 2008 | 5 Comments
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Oh that dog. They say that a dog is a man’s best friend and I think it may just be true. Perhaps that is why I cry like a little baby every time I see My Dog Skip or Old Yeller and why I’m crying now. That dumb dog. That dog is the dog you see with my daughter Hailey 4 posts before this. That dog was Kleo and now she’s gone. My parents got Kleo as a tiny little German shepherd puppy in 1996 during the summer before us kids went to college. I remember her giant ears and giant paws that were five sizes too big for her body. I remember when she crapped in the hall of a Cornell University dorm the week we took my sister to school. I remember when she terrorized the pizza guy and ripped up Aaron’s shirt at the front door. I remember so much about that stupid, rowdy, and rambunctious dog. Mostly I remember how sweet she was, especially as she got long on dog years. She was as gentle as could be but ultra-protective of her pack; her family. She was one of the family. Kleo was a wonderful dog but just this week couldn’t really move or get up to go outside anymore. She will be missed tremendously. For all my fond memories of that dog, the hardest part will be explaining to Hailey where her buddy Kleo is when she just isn’t there.
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I’m really sorry to read about Kleo. It’s so sad that our furry friends have to leave us so soon.
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My dog left us a few months ago. She had diabetes, really bad, and it finally caught up to her. She was a holy terror, but one of our best friends ever. My wife told our girls that she is now a ‘twinkle star’ in the sky. When the day starts getting long, my older kid looks up and reminds us that one of the first few stars of the night is Girlie. It sucks losing a friend. Sorry for your loss.