(It's been almost ten months and still, it's so hard to think of her and not ache)
It's December 2015. Kyra would have turned six this month.
We picked her out at six weeks old:
We brought her home two weeks leter, while winter still had a firm grasp; and while she became a part of our family, winter faded.
When we brought her home and were given a puppy-packet, the breeder told us that we should take the paper that says not to exercise our pup too heavily too soon and throw it away - he then basically told us that she's so high energy that the only way we'd be able to manager her is if we wore her out, with lots of exercise and early.
Probably not the best dog-family matching job, especially for first time German Shepherd Dog owners!
Fortunately, under all of that energy was a fantastic dog!
(Kyra at six months)
Kyra loved to play!
Outside, pulling a frisbee out of the air, fetching tennis balls, taking hikes and exploring were favorites.
When it got hot, she loved her pool! She'd attack the stream of water coming from the hose, biting at it in the air, and digging at it in the empty pool until the water covered it over - what fun!
Of course she had fun inside as well, and mostly well behaved (the hole in the screen because she was so excited to see me come home was one of the few exceptions).
If I fell into a crouch and threw out my arms with my happy face on, she's crouch down and play chase around the house, and hide-n-seek...
A new stuffed animal toy was always great fun, to take apart! First, out comes that squeaker. Then all that stuffing. Most of the toy-critters then lost their other parts after that, except for a few favorites - like her fox.
She loved going for car rides. Doing things with her family.
And then the time she found a porcupine
and how mad she was at me for pulling the quills out, until she saw my tears too and quickly forgave me.
Kyra taught me. Like how there is a proper level of pride that isn't arrogance, but a self-assured belief in yourself and your self worth.
She filled a place that we didn't know was so empty, until it was again.
We lost her suddenly and far too soon. It happened while there were multiple rounds of layoffs at my work, and many late nights. She spent far too much time in her crate then, sensing my anxiety I'm sure it worried her and she wondered what she had done wrong. None of it was her fault of course, and I'll never be able to make that right.
The story of her loss: https://www.germanshepherds.com/forum...en-hearts.html
We've decided it's time to start looking for another companion. Maybe some part of Kyra will be there.
Good bye Girl.