Even though Kyah has been gone now for a few years, I still think of her on May 1st. That was the day she was born, in 1993.
Have you ever seen a Belgian Tervuren puppy? Oh-my-God, they are the cutest things ever. They have such a black face that you can hardly see their eyes, then the rest of their bodies are covered in greyish black fluff. As they get older they start to develop the highlights in their mask and their coat comes in the nice mahogany or fawn colour that they are supposed to be. And of course, lets not forget the skunky puppy breath!
When she was about 3 we moved to Ron’s house. Here she is on her first Christmas there:
And of course, she loved her Mom!!!
Don’t let this make you sad my dear blog pals. Kyah is right here with me in my heart.
Rest in Peace you sweet Pup!!