Wednesday, December 4, 2013
He turned nine this past Sunday. He came from a litter of nine. I wonder how many of his siblings are still alive and where they are at.
He was picked out of all the corgi puppies on the Internet. How he was picked was truly ordained by God because there were so many other ones out there, but yet he knew this one was the one.
He is smart, honestly smarter than me in some respects.
He communicates his needs.
He survived cancer and chemotherapy and by the grace of God is in remission longer than the vet said he might be.
He makes us laugh.
He hogs the bed.
He begs for (and gets) food.
He doesn't like cats.
He doesn't like garbage trucks.
He doesn't like motorcycles.
He loves food.
He is our corgi.
He's part of our family.
An integral part.
He's slowing down.
The cancer and chemo took a toil on him.
The diabetes was a side effect, we've faithfully been shooting him with insulin for over 2-1/2 years.
When it is time, it will be the hardest decision we've ever made, but we won't keep him alive just for us.
He could very well by the very last dog we have.
I can't imagine not having him be part of our lives these past nine years.
He helped us find churches.
He was my blogging buddy for so many blogs.
He is my prayer partner.
He is Koda.
That corgi, our corgi.
He is loved so very much.
Happy belated birthday Koda.