"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's."  -Mark Twain

As I sit here later in the evening, I am reminded of how much I miss Kirby's company at times like these.  After he became immobile, he would lay on the couch or on his mat on the floor and snooze.  I really miss listening to his rhythmic, heavy breathing while he slept.....he just seemed so peaceful.  A lot of times I would have to wake him up before carrying him upstairs to go to bed.  He would be sleeping so soundly that he didn't wake until I touched his head.  Near the end of Kirby's life, I always wondered about how comfortable he really was in his condition....I think he was truly comfortable when he was sleeping...I sure hope wherever he is now he sleeps just as peacefully.  Rest well old man....