My beloved KC came to me everything a Doxie should not be ... shy, afraid, snappish, retiring. These days he is the clown, the bad boy, the ruler of all he surveys.
This week ... he has become my rock and anchor and therapist. I am so grateful for him, and wanted to brag on him!
My husband collapsed last Tuesday, and we lost him on Thursday. We have four dogs that love me ... but it has been KC who has ridden to the hospital, to the Funeral Home, to the viewing, to the funeral in KS.
He tries to steal towels I am folding to make me laugh, he snatches food I am not eating from my plate, he stays as close as he can to me. Usually, he is not much for strangers, but he has allowed person after person to approach me and pat him.
Through these dark days, having KC cuddle up to me and kiss my face is such a blessing.


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Jan 23/10
