About Kiya

I've been thinking a lot about my dogs... about Moonshine, Kiya and Louie. And their mortality. Especially Kiya's. I don't know how old she is - nobody knows, really, and estimates run from two years to six years old. If Kiya is six, and a typical Rottweiler, she'd only have about two to four more years with us. But of course, she is not a typical Rottweiler (or maybe she is - the sweetest, most obedient, dog there is) and maybe her lifespan is atypical of that of a Rottie too.

I want to enjoy every moment I have with Kiya, and I will remember her, happily and firmly while she is still with us.

How she sleeps, eyes rolled back, all four legs twitching in her dreams like a puppet, soundly.





Enjoying a head massage.. She truly enjoys them, her eyes glazed over with bliss.





How she loves her food, even this seven-month-old (possibly older!) lamb leg bone (gnawed and re-gnawed many times by both Kiya and Louie).





I love my dogs. I love dogs for the reason that they remind you to live the most of this life, because it is all we have.