Last Thursday morning I awoke with a soar throat and the promise of worsening health. After a day of work, I had a slight fever and some chills. Despite this, I set out on a almost three hour drive in the dark. I had something important to do: say goodbye to an old friend.
I first met Kitt almost fourteen years ago. She was a tiny little shaking puppy. She was so small. I found it hard to imagine something that small being alive. Kitt was adopted by my friend. Kitt quickly grew into a small but rambunctious doggy. She would tire me out chasing me around the house. We would play tug of war and destroyed many a toy. Whenever I showed up, Kitt would be delighted to see me. I often joked that I went to my friends just to see Kitt.
Kitt lived a long and good life. But we started to notice that Kitt couldn't see very well. She eventually went blind in both eyes and deaf in one ear. The diagnosis was a brain tumor. Even with her new disabilities Kitt still managed to be happy. She put up a brave puppy face even while running into things.
I drove up at night so I could be there in the morning. I sat there as the vet injected her and she fell asleep. She even had a happy Kitt face at the end. I would have liked to have said something profound but I just mumbled "Bye bye Kitt".