About five years ago, we were given the gift and responsibility of a dear fur child. Seems she was living with pit bulls and got a bit too big for her britches. Finally, after she stole food from the pit bulls one too many times, she was attacked, and needed a new home. So, with the promise that she would always be an only dog, we were given Kitsune.
She brought a lot of joy to our home. She liked to talk back, you see and her myriad of grunts and groans and sneezes became the second language of the house. Many times people who called could hear her trying to join in the conversation in the background. She took a lot of joy in anything that came her way (with the exception of Moonie cat. She could handle Pit Bulls but was terrified of Moonie) and I treasure every day we had with her.
She started going downhill this past winter, and, today, we let her go. The end of her suffering was the final gift we could give to her. The memories she gifted to us will be with us always.
Here are some pictures of her time with us.