There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
She logged hundreds of miles helping Jenny train for three marathons, she played catch with me (literally would catch the ball in her mouth on the fly) for hours and hours, which I think was therapeutic for both of us.
|Never a more beautiful Lab than KD|
I have to tell my favorite KD story;
It was one fall or early winter evening, already getting dark, when KD and I went out for a routine jog on one of the trails near our home. It was a bit blustery and as it darkened, a bit spooky running through the woods on the paved trail. Now KD did not have tons of self confidence and was always a tad fearful of other dogs until she had had a god sniff to confirm that they meant no harm to her. She often lagged a bit behind me on our runs as she was always off exploring some new scent. As I went along, I passed a large man in a large black parka who had a large dog with him, a few steps past them I looked back to see where KD was. She was frozen in her tracks about 30 yards back with this fellow and his dog between KD and I. I said "KD come on" several times. She looked at me as if to say "are you crazy, I am not getting one step closer to Cujo and the zombie." With that she took off in the opposite direction, towards home, running like a cheetah at top speed, only faster. She sprinted about a mile and a half across major roads and through several neighborhoods. Jenny, inside cooking dinner, could hear her pathetic yelp as she turned the corner by our house. She opened the door just as KD was about to crash through it. I turned and jogged home, expecting to see her around any corner with an embarrassed look on her face. It took me about 12 minutes to get home and Jenny told me KD had been home for 15 which means she had gone so fast she had actually gone back in time. When I walked into the house she was still cowering under the kitchen table. She she felt so ashamed she couldn't even look at me.
KD was wonderful and had all the traits you would want in a family dog but she certainly was not courageous.
|Two days before her passing|
Dear KD girl, Thank you so much for all the wonderful times. None of us will ever, ever, ever forget you.
We all love you.
Brad, Jenny, Lindsey, Skyler, and Owen