Heather Leigh

My Bell

My heart... my soul... my Kinobe. My beautiful, loving Pharaoh hound and husky mix was dying. Only six years old and he had kidney failure. There was nothing the vet could do. He had stopped eating and couldn't even keep water down anymore. My tears were never ending as my roommate carried him into the vet's office to let him peacefully slip away. As they were injecting him I just held his face, apologizing over and over. Gave his beautiful face a thousand goodbye kisses. Stared into his golden eyes one last time. We had a connection that I'd never had with any human or animal before. I had rescued him from the local humane Society when he was a puppy, but really, he had rescued me in the long run... Fast forward through the past year and a half, I tried searching for something to repair the giant hole in my heart. There was nothing. No ordinary dog could ever replace him. In every shelter, I searched for a familiar face. Hoping that maybe he was really just lost and I'd find him again. I had reached the denial stage of grief. I figured adding a new dog to the household would help distract me from the loss. Nothing seemed to work out so far. Every possible trail was usually a dead end. I decided to just give up. I'd never find anything like my boy ever again.