Allow me to tell
you a story of a boy and his dog.
It all began many years ago when the boy found out he was getting a puppy. His family may have wondered how this puppy will interact with the two cats that already roamed the house. When the pup who was a mixture between a Border Collie and a Springer Spaniel came home from the farm where she was born she didn't know what to do. She was confused. She was small and cuddly. Because of her white side and black side on her nose, she was called Half and Half. That is what we called her until the boy (with some suggestions) decided what to name her. She was purchased/born in August just as the boy was (for it was a special birthday present). So one of the names that was thrown around was Augie. With the help of the boy's mother, she was eventually name Kissi after a tribe in West Africa. A variety of nicknames followed such as Kissi Willow, Kissi Doogoo.
As the puppy grew up she found this house to be her home quickly and the humans who lived there her family. She grew to love this family and the family took her to obedience school which she did really well at but decided to forget everything she was taught there. She devoured everything in sight, paper, dog food, protected her food from the cats when she ate. She ran to the door whenever she heard the slightest sound and jumped all over anyone who walked through the door because she knew that everyone who came to the house was there to see her of course! She was very fast. Whenever the boy's father took her for walks in the morning she would pull him...she would take HIM for walks! She enjoyed life. She would run and play in the sun in summer and wonder what the white stuff falling from the sky was in the winter. She jumped for the rope, ran after all sorts of balls and frisbees and went camping and hiking with her family. She loved this life.
At home...this was HER domain. She protected the yard from giant squirrels even though she may be afraid...she would bark the other dogs in other yards, chase the birds away and dig under fences and steal out of the compost when no one was looking. In the house she would love to dig through the bathroom garbage can and when the cats where alive steal "kitty sausages." She would eat anything and everything. She stole a few Christmas decorations and chewed up wood and rocks and dirt. Early in the morning she would wake up and go for a walk with her father and come home and run down he hall into the boy's room to wake him up...often jumping up on his bed to snuggle with him until the boy woke up. She was a very loyal dog. In the living room she would become a lap dog and snuggle with the boy whom she called another puppy and mom and dad on the couch and futon and fall fast asleep. Whenever someone picked up the compost basket she ran and yelped towards the back door. She hated taking baths. She would run away and hide underneath the futon. That was one of her spots for a long time. She did not like water unless she was drinking it...thirsty girl dog!
Some of the house sitters she enjoyed, but some she would not cooperate with. The boy had a sister who yelled at the dog and a brother who would push her away...but she would always remain faithful to the boy and put her head into his lap and have her ears rubbed and belly scratched...the boy always knew the right spot where to scratch her. Occasionally the dog would snarl, unless it was the father cause they had a strict relationship. The boy would always look forward to coming home to see his dog waiting for him. The would snuggle on the couch and wrestle on the floor.
This story is a true story and I am the boy, and because that is the case, the following is very hard to write...if this were parchment, it would be hard to read due to the tear drops on each page:
The dog grew older and lost her hearing almost completely. She began to limp and had arthritis in her back legs which made it very difficult to jump up on things like the couch. Time passed and she lost weight and did not eat. She didn't know what to do. She was confused. She shook with pain...until 5:00pm on Wednesday, March 24, 2010...after about 15 years of loving life with her family...I miss you soo much Kissi
It all began many years ago when the boy found out he was getting a puppy. His family may have wondered how this puppy will interact with the two cats that already roamed the house. When the pup who was a mixture between a Border Collie and a Springer Spaniel came home from the farm where she was born she didn't know what to do. She was confused. She was small and cuddly. Because of her white side and black side on her nose, she was called Half and Half. That is what we called her until the boy (with some suggestions) decided what to name her. She was purchased/born in August just as the boy was (for it was a special birthday present). So one of the names that was thrown around was Augie. With the help of the boy's mother, she was eventually name Kissi after a tribe in West Africa. A variety of nicknames followed such as Kissi Willow, Kissi Doogoo.
As the puppy grew up she found this house to be her home quickly and the humans who lived there her family. She grew to love this family and the family took her to obedience school which she did really well at but decided to forget everything she was taught there. She devoured everything in sight, paper, dog food, protected her food from the cats when she ate. She ran to the door whenever she heard the slightest sound and jumped all over anyone who walked through the door because she knew that everyone who came to the house was there to see her of course! She was very fast. Whenever the boy's father took her for walks in the morning she would pull him...she would take HIM for walks! She enjoyed life. She would run and play in the sun in summer and wonder what the white stuff falling from the sky was in the winter. She jumped for the rope, ran after all sorts of balls and frisbees and went camping and hiking with her family. She loved this life.
At home...this was HER domain. She protected the yard from giant squirrels even though she may be afraid...she would bark the other dogs in other yards, chase the birds away and dig under fences and steal out of the compost when no one was looking. In the house she would love to dig through the bathroom garbage can and when the cats where alive steal "kitty sausages." She would eat anything and everything. She stole a few Christmas decorations and chewed up wood and rocks and dirt. Early in the morning she would wake up and go for a walk with her father and come home and run down he hall into the boy's room to wake him up...often jumping up on his bed to snuggle with him until the boy woke up. She was a very loyal dog. In the living room she would become a lap dog and snuggle with the boy whom she called another puppy and mom and dad on the couch and futon and fall fast asleep. Whenever someone picked up the compost basket she ran and yelped towards the back door. She hated taking baths. She would run away and hide underneath the futon. That was one of her spots for a long time. She did not like water unless she was drinking it...thirsty girl dog!
Some of the house sitters she enjoyed, but some she would not cooperate with. The boy had a sister who yelled at the dog and a brother who would push her away...but she would always remain faithful to the boy and put her head into his lap and have her ears rubbed and belly scratched...the boy always knew the right spot where to scratch her. Occasionally the dog would snarl, unless it was the father cause they had a strict relationship. The boy would always look forward to coming home to see his dog waiting for him. The would snuggle on the couch and wrestle on the floor.
This story is a true story and I am the boy, and because that is the case, the following is very hard to write...if this were parchment, it would be hard to read due to the tear drops on each page:
The dog grew older and lost her hearing almost completely. She began to limp and had arthritis in her back legs which made it very difficult to jump up on things like the couch. Time passed and she lost weight and did not eat. She didn't know what to do. She was confused. She shook with pain...until 5:00pm on Wednesday, March 24, 2010...after about 15 years of loving life with her family...I miss you soo much Kissi
(**First written & published on March 30, 2010**)
**REVISITATION**
It's funny how animals, pets become apart of the family...never to be forgotten. Yes, they are not people and thus the grief looks differently. However, with dogs there is a reason they are called man's best friend. They are loyal unlike the loyalty of humans. Dogs are smarter than you give them credit for. I miss having a pet. When Kissi was put down, that was the first moment I had been left without a pet in my life and haven't had one since. All I have now are pictures, a few short videos and countless memories that will last the ages. Do dogs go to heaven? Well honestly it doesn't matter. Whereas we do miss our pets, not like we miss our brothers and sisters when they pass, they don't possess a soul and the ability to reason. Therefore, when we get to heaven, we will be preoccupied with the worship of our Lord. Alas, I miss you pup and your sibling cats Obadiah and Jubal...we had good times, good memories, good laughs, good cuddles, good walks, good riots all around! Keep dreaming about squirrels...
**REVISITATION**
It's funny how animals, pets become apart of the family...never to be forgotten. Yes, they are not people and thus the grief looks differently. However, with dogs there is a reason they are called man's best friend. They are loyal unlike the loyalty of humans. Dogs are smarter than you give them credit for. I miss having a pet. When Kissi was put down, that was the first moment I had been left without a pet in my life and haven't had one since. All I have now are pictures, a few short videos and countless memories that will last the ages. Do dogs go to heaven? Well honestly it doesn't matter. Whereas we do miss our pets, not like we miss our brothers and sisters when they pass, they don't possess a soul and the ability to reason. Therefore, when we get to heaven, we will be preoccupied with the worship of our Lord. Alas, I miss you pup and your sibling cats Obadiah and Jubal...we had good times, good memories, good laughs, good cuddles, good walks, good riots all around! Keep dreaming about squirrels...
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