I am very sad to share that our sweet dog, Miss Kayloo, has passed away. She died peacefully surrounded by her family.
I am quite heartbroken. We all are. Kayloo was one of a kind.
We adopted Kayloo when she was about 3 months old. Despite a not-so-great start to her life (she was abandoned at a dump) she was eternally happy-go-lucky.
Except when it came to small white dogs… or smallish dogs in general. She wanted to eat those ones. But other than that, eternally happy-go-lucky.
When she first came to our house she promptly threw up on the carpet and sat on Mickey. And that would set the tone for how the next 7 1/2 years would go in our household.
We thought she would be about Mickey’s size full grown. She ended up being over twice his size. We thought she wouldn’t shed much. Her daily brush left her surroundings looking like a medium sized rabbit had been massacred. Walking her was an upper body workout that threatened to put your back out and she never EVER listened in the house unless you completely lost your nut (although for some reason she had amazing recall at the dog park. She was an enigma).
Her odor was not great, especially after a bath, the only person she had mouth control for was Naomi and when you clipped her nails she carried on like you were detaching her paws from her body.
Our home feels lopsided and too quiet without her.
She liked to hug. She would gently (for her) walk into you until you folded over and held her head in your lap. She did it to us, but she also did it to strangers who, for reasons only she knew, needed it. She had a gorgeous shiny coat. Her paws smelled like nachos.
I never worried about Bad Guys when I walked her at night. More than once men crossed the street after she turned her square head in their direction and locked her steely eyes on them… little did they know her evil plans to kiss them to death. Twice she protected Mickey from larger dogs with plans for a nice light snack. Both times she handled the situation without incident with a grace and control I had no idea she was capable of.
She liked to roll in dead fish on the beach. She had the most adorable freckles on her nose.
She was more John’s dog. She loved all of us, but mostly she loved John.
She was trained as a therapy dog. She loved the vet. If there was a Head Tilting Championship she would have won. She had no concept of self preservation. She couldn’t swim. She had an aggravating scream-bark when she wanted back into the house. Her ears stood up perfectly (with one little nick in her left ear from when she pissed another dog off at doggie daycare).
She had bad hips and bad knees and a sensitive stomach. She twisted all her ankles and years of a full body wag left her with a bad back. We lovingly called her our Lemon. She and Mickey had daily power struggles over the best dog bed and Mickey was always utterly annoyed with her and now he’s adjusting to not having her to boss around.
She was always under foot. Everyone loved her.
She had some peanut butter. She had some apples. Naomi started to “sing” (howl) and Kayloo joined her.
And now she is gone.
My heart hurts… but I know she had a really good, sweet life with a family that loved her like crazy.
Good bye Kayloo.
Thank you for being such a good girl. I miss your big square head and your soft muzzle.
We love you.