On Tuesday I shared the loss of a very special Maine Coon cat, named Sunshine. He was my mom’s cat, but was very much a part of my life. Click here to read about Sunshine.
Today I share my memories of Kirby, a dachshund with much character, and who also happened to be Frankie’s boyfriend. He left us for the Rainbow Bridge on Monday, January 17th.
Kirby stayed with our family often, while his family went on vacation. He was a dog with a lot of spunk and you could see it the minute you were in his presence.
He could do the “stay” commandment with just his stance and a look that had my 100 lb. lab, Kylie stay right where she was laying as he pranced by.
Every time he’d come bounding through the front door, after putting Kylie in her stay position, he’d charge after the love of his life, Frankie. After much playing and chasing, they’d often settle down to nap only as wiener dogs can do.
Kirby was a big part of our family… and yes, I even forgave his Dad for being a Viking fan. And it was lucky for Kirby he was so cute that I did not object to his daily walks when with me, outfitted in his Viking harness and leash.
My husband John and Kirby had a special connection and we often referred to Kirby as “the little man.” In a houseful of all girls, John always welcomed Kirby for a visit to feel not so out numbered.
Many summers on the weekends Frankie and Kirby would hang out on the deck soaking up the sun. Frankie would settle in and roll over with her belly pointing to the sky. But, Kirby, well he had to be on patrol, keeping watch over the backyard in case of another intruder. He wanted nothing to happen to his best girl, Frankie.
It won’t be the same not having Kirby come to visit, but like Sunshine, we feel so very blessed to have known Kirby and that his parents entrusted us to care for him like our own.
Thank you, Kirby for being the best boyfriend a wiener dog girl could ever ask for. We know we will all meet again someday… and I will be so happy to hug you again. Thanks for being our friend.
