On August 19, 2013 we got the call from Matt, our friend and neighbor, letting us know that our beloved Killy passed away in his sleep sometime in the wee hours that morning. It’s the call you never want to get, period, but to get it while on vacation is particularly hard. René and I can’t thank Matt enough for taking care of Killy while we were away and being there for him Killy when we couldn’t. It was burden we never imagined he’d have to bear and a true kindness we’ll never forget.
I would like to think that Killy is now in a better place, but he was such a “relentlessly cheerful” dog, as we used to say, who loved everyone and everything so much that it’s hard for me to see how he could find his new world much happier than the one he left. But I’m sure he will. After all, his passion for exploration (though some would less charitably call it slinking out of sight to run around the neighborhood) was legendary. Hopefully he’ll be able to find places where there are always new and interesting smells to sniff; where the lakes are warm and the shade is cool; where the snow it always perfect for making snow angels; and most importantly, where he can finally corner that spot of light that used to flit around our kitchen and then tear it apart photon from photon.
This gallery contains some of my favorite photos of Killy throughout his fourteen and a half years. I’m not sure which one is my ultimate favorite, but the one of him under the Rosemary bush has to be right up there. Back when his legs could still manage it, he’d go there on brew days and watch the world go by in the cool, sleepy comfort of the shady little den he made for himself. He seemed truly peaceful, happy, and content in that spot, which is why I’ve always liked that photo…and even more so now.
Killy: December 1998/January 1999 - August 19, 2013
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