I remember the day we picked you out of the litter. You chose us as much as we chose you. You were the feisty one we just had to have. You know, we were going to get a Doberman instead? I know, dumb idea. They're great too but YOU sold us on the Boxer. We had to have you with your little black nose, all that loose skin and puppy breath. I do love some puppy breath. I could not have asked for a better or more well mannered puppy. From our days in the apartment, to our move to a house, you were the best puppy. You NEVER cried and rarely had an accident in the house or crate...unlike your 'brother' but I digress. There were a few lost shoes, a book (that I never read the ending), a remote control and an ink pen on the new carpet but it was all a small price to pay. I'm sure I didn't think that at the time when there was a giant blue ink stain on the carpet. We spent hours training and even longer hours chasing a frisbee. Do you even remember that? I know it's been a really long time but you could not get enough. You and your boyfriends, the Jack Russell's that lived behind us, you wore out a frisbee path in the back yard.
I think you're more well traveled than most people I know. We took you EVERYWHERE. You were welcome most everywhere because you were so well mannered. We will 'forget' the teenage years where you were a royal b!@#$ and wanted to Alpha Dog every animal in sight. I blame it on the steroids. I know, that vet was a crack pot. Glad we got rid of him. Anyway, you were always a warrior, a road warrior with us or a warrior on the 'playing field.' One time, you had a cracked tooth, Dr. Woody just opened your mouth and grabbed some pliers to pull it. You didn't say a peep, nary a wince, cry or whimper. You are truly the toughest of the bunch. Magnus is such a tender-hearted wimp, bless him. He can't get a shot without crying in pain. I know, what a baby.
It is with the deepest pain in my heart that I have to say good bye. I just can't let you go on this way. This is not you, the warrior dog. While we all get old and aren't as agile as we used to be, this is too much to ask of you. You can't hardly stand on your own, you fall, spread eagle at least 10 times a day and you have to be carried down anything that resembles a step. This is not how you need to be. This is not YOU.
To my warrior princess who made me laugh, smile, and welcomed me home every day with your wiggly butt and nub, who tried to save swimmers that were 'drowning', and liked to eat corn on the cob, I guess it is time, it is your time. Thanks for all the memories, thanks for the unconditional love, thanks for keeping me company when I was sick and guarding the house loyally every single day. Thanks for kicking Magnus' butt, even in your old age and keeping him in line, you trained him well. I don't know what he's going to do, I really don't. I imagine he will hold vigil for a while. Ryan says he's taking him to work a bunch because he's afraid Magnus will freak out at home alone. See, he's never been alone, he's always had you. Heck, Ryan and I have always had you. Almost as long as we've been together, you've been there with us.
This just sucks, I don't want to say good-bye but I can't be selfish any longer either. I love you, Kasha Bear.