Kylo you’re such a great, dadgum dog. We’re truly going to miss you. I’m sad yet happy that you’re now with your older brother Jax in Heaven running around and playing together again. A few months back we had to have a mass surgically removed from your back. It was an absolute mess, yet you were so chill about it. The vet asked if I wanted to have it tested and I declined. I declined because I could see the reality of age when I looked at you. I hated to admit that I only had a few years left with you. Testing the mass that was removed was just going to state the obvious to me and cost me a ton of money which I don’t have.
You and me went through a lot from the very beginning. I still remember the day of holding you in my arms when I adopted you. Your personality was so much like mine. You were happy, but “even.” I remember laughing to myself thinking, “this rascal is gonna be 100lbs.”
Shortly after meeting, you gave us a scare. You had to have surgery to remove a blockage in your stomach. Apparently, you thought football gloves and socks tasted great. 🤦🏾♂️
Then I spent several days with you in a Penske moving truck driving across the country. It was so cool to see your enthusiasm to get in the truck and ride for hours and hours and days and days across the USA. And boy, did you STINK after a few days in there. I remember your heavy ass sleeping on my legs in the truck when we’d stop driving for a night to get some rest.
You adjusted nicely to California. And when it was time to make this latest move to a different neighborhood, you were a trooper. And you helped us make sure our youngest boy was able to get through high school graduation and off to college. Thank you for seeing that through.
Your work here is done, Kylo. You provided 8 years of great love and service to the family. Well done, sir. I am selfish and want more years with you, but that’s not fair. This is the circle of life when it comes to pets. You were patient with me as a parent when I probably could have done some things better. You were helpful when I needed those minutes of chill time to “let go” and “reset” myself. When I just wanted to sit on the porch, you understood and just did the same with me. Peacefully and quietly. Thank you. Cancer SUCKS, but as I said previously, I’m grateful that you’re not suffering or feeling any pain. Granted, if you felt pain, we never knew. You are a tough and resilient dog. Only recently we saw discomfort in you and we hated that for you. Be well, Kylo. Many, many THANKS to you for not only what you did for the family, but what you did for ME.
