In spite of my best efforts to help Keiko it was just to much for the little guy. He had a very bad day yesterday and it only got worse during the night. His age... his kidneys... the cancer were just to much to overcome. In the end his kidneys had given out and it was time to say goodbye.
My little Keiko-man... I still remember the day when Valerie sent me your picture. It mattered not that you weren't a perfect dog. I just knew you were perfect for me. You were always the funny one... the clown... the Brooklyn Boy.
You may have had a rough start to life but your life was in your soul and you brought so much happiness. Your eyes always had so much expression even after turning whiter over the years and in spite of your handicap it was only age that finally slowed you down.
I'll miss you my funny little Keiko man but you'll always be with me and never forgotten. Thank you for your undying love and may God Bless You.
Keiko
Gotcha days 7/14/02-9/24/10

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If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.










