We tried to get him to eat by tempting him with bacon-wrapped duck but he turned up his nose. He can't sleep because he can't get comfortable. He just wants to be near us and be petted. He's not long for this world.
I've been trying to prepare Sam for what's ahead and we've been reading books about pets dying. Today I told him again that Kirby is very old and sick and he's not going to get well. I said he was going to go to sleep one day and wouldn't wake up again and then he wouldn't be here any more. I asked if he understood what that meant and he said "Kirby is going to go to his own house." That's a nice way to think of it.
I leave you with a picture of Kirby in his element at the top of a mountain.
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When I think of Kirby, I think of him running way ahead of us in the East Woods, and seeming so happy.
That's how I want to remember him. He's sweet, and will be missed.
I'll think of him running through EVERY wet spot he could find.
That and him looking hungry in the kitchen.
What a sweet boy!
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