January 1994 – September 2009
As we feared, Kirby's injury was just too much for a 15-year old dog to tolerate. By today it was obvious that he was greatly stressed. The eye was not healing and he was essentially blind and deaf. It became obvious also that he was in pain. At 3:30 p.m. he slipped away peacefully. We will miss you, Kirby.
Kirby was the dog you never heard about on the blog because he didn't actually "do" anything. His mission in life, which he took very seriously, was to cuddle beside me in my chair. I chuckle to think how much of Kirby has been stitched into every sweater, sock, shawl and quilt that I have made in the last 15 years. I'm happy to know he is at peace. He gave us many, many good years of love and affection.