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Kirby
Our
daughter was a counselor at Camp Kirby the summer of 1995. The
caretaker at the camp had a purebred golden Cocker Spaniel that had
given birth to a litter of black pups (father unknown). There was
only one pup left and the owner told me they were taking “her” to
the pound. We took “her”. On the drive home the pup was jumping and
wiggling as my daughter held it. I took one look and said “we had
better start thinking of boy names, because that is not a girl”. So
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Although he acted as though he thought he was very large, he looked
like a miniature black lab. He was one of those dogs that you would
swear understood every word you said. We always thought he could
have learned anything.
The summer of 2005 he started coughing so we took him to the vet
where xrays determined he had a mass. We took him home hoping for
the best, but it wasn’t meant to be. Kirby passed away in August
2005 exactly ten years after we adopted him. We loved him a lot and
we will miss him.
Judy M.
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