Age: 24 Years Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
|Home:Frederick, MD ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Kirstie (In Loving Memory)
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April 14th 1990
Getting to do stuff wih Mommy, eating yummy things, being included
Being left home
colorful soft ball with a bell in it, balloons - she could pick them up by the nib
People food (tsk tsk tsk)
Long walks to the woods
Sitting up, picking up balloons and/or bouncing them, opening a zipped backpack
It took me 'til the age of 13 to convince my parents to let me have a dog. I spent a lot of time researching what breed I'd like and decided on a Sheltie. My Mom and I searched through the papers to find Sheltie pups near us. We found one breeder who had just had a litter of puppies, but we didn't really match with them.
It wasn't until several months later when we looked in the paper and found another ad for Sheltie pups, that we found Kirstie. It happened to be the same breeder as before. Kirstie was the only puppy left from the litter that hadn't been sold.
She was running around the breeder's living room like crazy and her doggie mom, Arianne, chased after her, trying to teach her some manners.
Kirstie and I clicked and I knew I found my soul mate.
Kirstie was so special to me. My heart aches knowing that she's gone. We grew up together. She was my daughter, sister, mentor, best friend, and more wrapped up in a beautiful furry package.
She was extremely smart. I'd try to come up with puzzles and challenges for her to solve - and she always did. I even dug her a big maze in the backyard after a blizzard. It took my boyfriend and me 2 or 3 days to dig. When we finally put her out there, she ran around as if she knew the maze by heart. Unbelievable.
She could also unzip my closed backpack. Usually for nefarious reasons. She'd get my school lunch leftovers when no one was around. One day I encouraged her to open my bag, to see how she was doing it. So SMART! I was floored and amazed at her precision.
I got my first lead role in my first full-length Shakespeare play - A Midsummer Night's Dream. I volunteered Kirstie to be Moonshine's Dog. She knew when her scene was coming up and come sit by me as I changed costume - and then put her moonshine cape on. Then, she barked in the same place every performance (her decision.) She got 2 paragraphs in the article about the play - most of the actors didn't even get mentioned.
I took Kirstie all the places I was allowed to take her. School anytime a teacher said I could bring her. Dance class. Anywhere. She shared my life completely.
Then, after high school, I went away for college - which was horrible because I had to leave Kirstie behind. What a terrible thing to do to students - to not allow pets in the dorms. But I was only there about a month and a half, before being diagnosed with cancer.
I came home for treatments and Kirstie helped me through everything. She was my biggest support - since my friends were all away at school.
Then, after I had gotten better, Kirstie was diagnosed with Lymphoma at age 8. She had surgery and chemo. For a while we thought she was getting better, but the cancer was very aggressive.
At the end, when I was told I'd have to have her put to sleep, I sat outside in the backyard with her and asked if she'd come back to me if I had a baby. She gave me her paw.
The last few hours we made prints of her paws. And took some clippings of her fur. I offered her chocolate, which she had always seemed to want - since it couldn't hurt her at that point. But she was too sick to want it.
When the moment came at the vet's. I wore some of her fur around my neck and she wore some of my hair.
I love her so entirely, I know we are bonded forever.
D'Artagnan and Aramis never met her.
Just in case you're wondering, I don't have a baby yet, so I don't know if Kirstie has returned yet. Though, Aramis is sometimes a bit like her.
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March 8th 2006 1:50 pm
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Kirstie's Mommy here.
I know I don't have pictures of Kirstie to put up - they're not in a digital format and I don't currently have a scanner.
I miss Kirstie sooo much. Everyday I miss her. It doesn't matter that it's been almost 8 years since she had to leave us.
But now I'm growing worried about D'Artagnan and Aramis. They're getting older - and I can't imagine a time when I won't have them. D'Artagnan is going to be 8 this September - the same age Kirstie was when she died. I'm terrified of losing my best boy.
I've been thinking about Kirstie a lot lately, since we have been working on this play. Kirstie was in my first full length Shakespeare production. She played moonshine's dog in A Midsummer Night's Dream. She was brilliant. I know she would love to be doing what Darty and Aramis are doing. She loved to dress up and she understood what was happening in the theatre.
I found Kirstie's moonshine cape this past weekend when I was cleaning our apartment. She was so happy to wear it. And she knew when her cue was coming up and would come sit by me so I could put it on her.
She was just so beautiful and talented. And had the most golden heart.
November 11th 2005 1:52 pm
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(Kirstie was 8 weeks old when we met her and brought her home.)
I raced around the living room at lightening speed seeing how quickly I could zip and dart around and under furniture. Faster faster! Round and round and through chair legs I go! My Mom was trying to chase me down and pin my by my neck. Manners - she wanted to teach me, but running was so much fun! Zip. Zag. She pinned me, but only for a couple of seconds before I wriggled free again.
*Bump* Whoa! What was that? Legs. They aren't normally there. There were new people in our living room and I just ran into them. Oh well. Run run run. Hee hee! My Mom can't get me.
My breeder mom tried to pick me up - it took her a few tries, but she did. What fun! I was handed to a girl who was very happy to hold me close. It was a nice chance to catch my breath. The people talked a little bit. I got to run around some more as they passed around papers.
Soon, I was being picked up again (after they caught me, since I was speeding around the room once more) and I was being carried outside - and away from my house - and into a (what is that?) car.
I sat in the back seat with the girl, and I was perfectly calm and I sat still the whole time - unlike my crazy running in the living room. Once we got to where we were going (my new home), the girl picked me up and carried me inside. I was calm and sweet in her arms, but as soon as she set me down on the floor of my new living room - run, run, run! Zip! Zag! Just as I did before! I do it so well! It was so much fun. *Thump* There wasn't normally a chair there. Or a table there. Or... Play. Play. Play. *Bump* Dogde. Dart. Spin. *Slip* There wasn't carpet here - it was hardwood floor. Not much traction at all.
Hey - wait a minute - I was not in my usual living room. I began to see. I just had to learn the new layout. The girl laughed at my antics in delight and played with me. It was such fun! I loved it here! And I loved the girl and her mom! This was my new home!
What a grand life I was going to have, I just knew it. When the girl's Dad came home from work, I was so happy and ran to see him at the door. He accidentally stepped on my paw. I yelped, but I got over it and loved him too!
November 10th 2005 6:58 pm
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Since Kirstie is no longer on this Earth to write in her diary, I will attempt to recall parts of her life and write diary entries for her.
Right now I only have that one photograph of her, because at the time we had her, we did not have digital cameras, so I only have prints and have yet to scan them (since I don't own a scanner.) I will work on this.
Kirstie was the most wonderful person, and had a shining soul.
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