Kitty the Pretty Pitty

Saying goodbye sucks. Sure you can rationalize and say, "She lived a good life" and "Now she no longer feels pain" or "It was her time" or whatever generic sentiment people usually say but honestly, there isn't anything "good" to say. Because it sucks. It's hard. It hurts. And truly, time is the only thing that can comfort us.

Kitty came into my life a little over 8 years ago. I met her on Tyler's and my second date, July of 2010. I went over to Tyler's house, and from there went on a double date with his friends.  Kitty loved every single person she ever met. She was 100% man's best friend. From the beginning she was so sweet to me. That night Tyler and I ended up back at his place. She wasn't allowed to sleep on the bed so she slept on her dog bed. In the early morning she came over to my side of the bed, licked my hand, and then proceeded to climb in the bed. Being the softy that I am (and the fact that I have ALWAYS wanted a dog) I let her. She snuggled up next to me and I immediately fell in love. 

When Tyler, Kitty, and Nilly moved in, I was so excited to finally have a dog. Growing up I never had one since my parents weren't really into owning a dog. Tyler also didn't have one because his parents felt the same way as mine. Kitty was Tyler's first dog. She was mine, too. When I moved out of my parents' house I lived in apartments, moving around every 6 months to a year until I bought our current house in 2009. I thought about getting a dog now that I had a yard but I still was at the bedside, working 12 hour shifts, and didn't feel that was fair to the dog. It seemed the universe had a plan because the love of my life came with a wonderful dog less than a year later.

Kitty was born on February 14, 2005. She was a Valentine's baby and that totally fits. She was such a little lover. Tyler's friend adopted her and then changed his mind. He asked Tyler if he wanted her, and so, for $50 he got her, a bowl, and a 50 lb bag of dog food. She was the runt of her litter and was very tiny. He had to bottle feed her when he first got her. He would take her to work with him (when he was in construction) and keep her in his jacket to keep her warm. She grew up going to work with Tyler. She would climb ladders and end up on the roof with Tyler (getting her down was a whole other story!). She adored her dad and he adored her. She was his baby and their bond was so special. 

Having never had a dog, we really never knew when it was "time." She has been on the decline for the last year and a half. It really has been so gradual. Unfortunately (or fortunately) her body has been is perfect health. She has always been such a healthy dog. But her mind started to go. She began to have extreme anxiety. She would cry and whine almost nonstop. She needed to be near a person constantly. If we were outside in the garden, she would bark the entire time. We tried to go camping and she cried the whole night. She started to lose her sight, her hearing, and her cognition. We tried medication. We tried to be as patient as possible. We worried about her quality of life every day for the last 6 months. We wanted to give her everything. We wanted to keep her dignity. We wanted to keep her happy. Ultimately, everyone was right. One day, Tyler and I just knew. 

So the last few nights we let her sleep in our bed (having to pick her up to get in the bed and then having to put her down in the middle of the night when she got overheated and began to pant heavily). We spoiled her, giving her bacon and ice cream, hot dogs and cheese. She ate dog treats even as the sedative took effect at the vet. That girl loved food (she is truly my daughter). 

She was (and of course, is) so loved. She had so many friends. Her grandparents got to say goodbye, as well as her brothers and sister. She will be missed very much. Our animal kingdom will never quite be the same. I know we will adjust. For now, we grieve and remember all of the good times we had with her. She was the prettiest pitty there ever was. She will always live on in our hearts. 

P.S. Dr. Will Dunaway and the employees at the Pet Doctor were so kind and supportive. They made it so painless and took such good care of her and us. Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. 


  1. Thanks for sharing, I definitely ugly cried reading this. Kitty was such a lover. Our pets are so special to us, it's sad that they don't live as long as us. But it's amazing to be able to have such a strong love in the time that we have. They enrich our lives so much. Take the time to grieve and remember all the great times. I'm here for you my friend.

    1. I hear ya on ugly crying! I could not stop yesterday. And woke up at 3am to cry until 4am. She was such an amazing dog and will be missed by so many. Thanks for the love and support!


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