Kiwi Dog
On December 8th, a month to the day after turning 52, I lost my Kiwi dog. She had battled cancer for many years and she finally got beat. Joe has gotten her for me in 2012, as my birthday/Christmas gift. I was working at a beauty school as a receptionist. We'd just moved to Colorado from Arizona. The pay wasn't great but it was a job. We were still waiting for Joe's social security, at this point. Anyway, the other receptionist said that she knew of someone nearby that had puppies for sale. I went to go see them. They were tiny and fuzzy. They were Australian Shepherd and Blue Heeler. About 6 weeks old. We had a 1 1/2 year old boxer, Flynn. I had gotten him for myself, but he was in love with the boys. I wanted a dog, and the thing about Joe and my relationship is that we loved to "spoil" each other when we could. I went home and we talked about getting a puppy. Joe agreed to go see the puppies. As was usually the case, we didn't have much money. M...