When I adopted Kirby two years ago he was very sad looking. His eyes were almost shut closed and he had such a forlorn look.
He looked so old and worn out and you just knew he had a very rough life. Found on the street, no one knew how long he was on his own or what really happened to him.
Was he thrown away because he was old and sick?
Was he lost and confused?
Was he strong enough to start over and find his purpose?
He came to live with Coco and me and he slowly grew to show love in his eyes. They were bright and shiny and laughing.
His purpose was to help Coco transition into her most senior years.
His purpose was to help me love another dog.
His purpose was for us to survive losing Coco together.
Then just a short year later he started closing his eyes again. His sight was changing and his whole outlook on life seemed sad again. Maybe it was because he was moving slower. Maybe it was because he was anxious about stairs and going fast.
Maybe it was just because he was moving towards his own senior years.
My little boy was becoming an old man right before my eyes.
Each day his look changed. Sometimes he stared straight ahead and seemed lost. Some days the twinkle returned and he would smile – so happy his world had come back.
I decided the key to his happiness would be staying brave. Not afraid to try new things, walk and run, play and thrive.
Kirby may not be my boy for as long as I would wish but he will always be a happy boy, bringing joy to all those he meets and especially loving his life, wherever it takes him.
Kirby will see with his heart as Coco did.