Kai became a part of our family in the Spring.  April 6, 2002 to be exact.  I remember the day well.  Mark had called a few days before to talk to our landlord to see if it would be okay if he got me a dog for my birthday.  She agreed!

As humans new to the dog-owning business, we didn’t really do any research.  I know that is hard to believe because both of us are research fiends when it comes to most things.  In this case, we just ended up at a local petstore and saw our very first White German Shepherd.  We were sold in an instant.   We grabbed a leash, a collar and our new puppy and went home to play.  It was a long, great day.  Somewhere in there we bought a crate, bowls, toys and food.  I don’t remember much of that kind of stuff.  What I do remember is having this sweet little boy looking at us and the years that same sweet boy belonged to us and us to him.

It is hard not to be reminded of him daily, but this time of year is so very bittersweet.  The painful tears come when they want to, but they are also mixed with wonderful memories.  I have been dreaming about him although he never makes an appearance.  In one dream, I am calling for him and then realize he is dead and calling will do no good.  I know it is silly, but I would like to see him in a dream so I can pet him and tell him how much I love him.


One of those weeks

I am not sure what it has been about this week in particular, but it has been a tough one.  It may be the weather changing back and forth from warm to cold or my schedule just has me exhausted so my emotions are a bit tender.  There have also been a few conversations with the neighborhood kids about Kai.  They firmly believe he is in heaven with one of the dogs in the neighborhood that recently died.  These discussions with 12 year olds are bittersweet.  I hope they are right when they say we will all see Kai and Gizzy, his neighborhood friend, again and that Gizzy is no longer afraid when Kai barks at her.  He loved to bark!

The picture above is from February 2004.  Kai got some new shoes to protect his paws from the bitter cold outside that winter.  He never did get fully used to them and walked with a very high step anytime he had the shoes on.  He took it in stride and enjoyed the giggles he received as he walked.

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