Kitana was a rescue. We got her at about age 3, the vet thought. She had an abusive puppyhood of such total neglect and there were some marks on her. She wouldn't play ball, she didnt know how. All she knew was gratefulness and love. She wanted to be by my side always.|
She loved loved loved walks. It was so exciting for her. One day, I took her to a special park by where we live. It's just beautiful with stone walking paths, 2 lakes on each side, and decks that jutted out around one of the lakes every.
quarter mile on the walking path. Nature was everywhere on this path, so many beautiful plants, butterfly gardens, etc. We had just got Kitana about 6 months or so, and only walked around the neighborhood. When we got to the park, got on the path, she turned to me with the hugest smile as if to say, "Are you kidding? This is awesome!" That look and moment has stayed burned in my mind so vividly I really believe I understood what she was so desperately trying to say with a huge Thank you! She galloped practically on the path, looking back at me repeatedly with that huge smile! I will never forget this as long as I live. The spirit of gratefulness oozing from every pore she had, and total love we shared always. My baby girl, how I love her and can't wait to see her again!
Kitana, died at home from an enlarged heart , trachea collapse, and a tumor we were. Ever told about near her heart. She survived stage 3 skin cancer, can't remember the name a year before. A real trooper always. The night she died, I had gone up to my room to take a shower and I noticed how beautiful she looked laying on my rose blanket and the sun was peeking through, giving her a glow. She looked great. In fact, I was stunned by her radiance. I kissed her and told her I was going to shower. I came out and she was gone. I figured she had gone into the guest bedroom on the bed because she did that a lot.
Wheni passed by the guest bedroom I looked but couldn't see, but was t worried at all. It was her regiment. About 30 minutes ,after at about 6 30pm, my husband said in our kitchen, he's smelled poop. I couldn't smell it, but he was certain. He thought oh well, it must be not true, but kept sniffing. I went tto bed at 8:00 pm. At 1:30 am, my husband woke me up to tell me in tears, Kitana had passed and was found on my sick adult child's blanket, where he slept. She looked peaceful, nothing indicating struggle. We cried like babies. That night my husband dug a hole in an area of our back yard, and buried her in her blanket. We have 2 other dogs buried their and many angel statues around this location for our loved ones. I still am weeping and can't say enough how much I miss her. She was so so special. I really believe she was an angel.