“He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. 

He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. 

He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being;

by the way he rests against my leg;

by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile;

by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.

(I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) 

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. 

When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. 

When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. 

When I am a fool, he ignores it.

When I succeed, he brags. 

Without him, I am only another man. 

With him, I am all-powerful. 

He is loyalty itself. 

He has taught me the meaning of devotion. 

With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. 

He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. 

His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. 

His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.

He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. 

And I expect I will – as I always have.

He is my dog.” 

– Gene Hill

On December 26th we made the decision to end Kilo’s suffering. 

We took him to the emergency vet on Christmas Eve and they told us that he had fluid in his heart sac and his abdomen and that it was making it hard for him to pump blood and breathe. This was being caused by a hemangiosarcoma (a malignant cancer of the blood vessels that often grows as a mass). We had them drain the fluid in hopes that it would give us some more time with our boy but it was clear he was hurting. 

Kilo was the most amazing dog and he was such a big part of our lives. He was our baby. 

We want to remember all of the good times that he was apart of so if you have any stories or memories of Kilo please share them with us. I will be making a book to commemorate his life. 

Thanks.