She looks to have had a long and wonderful live with you and your family. Thanks for posting those delightful pictures of your sweetheart.
In her prime Kirby weighed about 150#. She was loved by people & dogs as well. She mothered the little boy in the picture. She didn't like the people to the south. Every time he started that way, she would push him back toward the house. He liked to play sword fight with an imaginary friend. When he lost & fell down, Kirby would go try to help him up.
What I called a neighbor hood dog, adopted us as his family. He would meet me 3 miles from the house and run all the way home. Almost every morning he would come through the fence to see us.
She did not like people that do drugs & did not care for Mexican's.
Had a sort of funeral for her. Bobby, Brat & myself. As I took her around to her gave, Bobby ran in front of the FEL & kept poking her with her nose. As if to say get up, get out of there, lets go play. Kirby's tail happened to be up out of the FEL and wagged all the way. Maybe her way of saying "I'm at peace now, no more pain." Am pretty sure cancer is what took her away. No matter how much I bribed her to eat, she kept loosing weight.
When I put her in the grave, if looks could kill Bobby & Brat would have killed me. The looks got worse as I covered her up. Look in the hole & look at me, like "What are you doing".
It was like they blamed me & I did wrong. They would not come close to me the rest of the day.
Thank all of you for listening & caring. Very much appreciated.
Jim

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