Updated: May 22
"You were my favorite Hello and my hardest Goodbye"
Killa passed away this summer. June 15, 2020 to be exact. The world hasn't been the same since. She meant that much to so many people. She saved my husband's life, and I eventually realized, she did mine, too. She kept my spirits up when times were tough. She kept both Mike and I smiling, when it was the hardest. She is what helped me be the dog mom I am today. I used to be afraid of dogs! Killa wasn't one of those sweet, let's cuddle with strangers, kind of chihuahua. She was the other kind. Unless you let her lick you, which, wasn't not something I was big fan of. So, it took a few years but her and I ended up being best friends, and I learned she was the fiercest of the protectors. She was the best nap time buddy, perfect head tilt champion, and those puppy dog eyes..those. puppy.dog.eyes!
Killa developed a degenerative disorder which kept her back end not functioning properly. We gave her the best 15 years we could. She lived happy. I am so grateful to have carried her in my arms in the car ride to the vet, I knew it was time. They tell you.
I am so glad I took so many photos of her. It helps me keep her close to my heart and memory. I laugh when I see them, I smile and yes, sometimes I cry. But, I couldn't be more grateful to be able to still see her beautiful, tiny face.