Hello all. Friends and family.
Kodi died today.
I loved her as much as anything or anyone I have ever known. I am so lucky that she shared her life with me. She made me a better person. She died peacefully in my yard.
Yesterday, we returned from the vet hospital in great spirits. The cancer had been stopped and Kodi was looking and acting great. We were looking forward to the spring and Kodi rolling around in the tall grass and acting like pup. This morning I fed her and she appeared well. I returned home from being away for a few hours and she had died.
I want to thank every one who posted and who has merely stopped by to look in on my Beardog. Your thoughts, prayers, and kind words helped us both more than you can know.
Thank you from the both of us.
Day One. Thirteen years and a lifetime ago.
A pix I carried in my wallet for years. The three of us traveled everywhere.
Kodi on the left, Aja on the right.
Kodi loved the snow.
My favorite pictures of my Kodibear dog. Such a kind and loving face when she looked at me. It always melted my heart.
Aja and Kodi. Buddies always.
Her spirit and grace shining through. Good bye sweet Kodi gal. See you across the Rainbow Bridge. Say hello to Aja for me.
TRIBUTE TO A DOG
The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful.
Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most.
A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in an encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
Pet your furry friends tonight. They love you more than you will ever know.