Kiyoshi
Age 6729, ~-4717 - August 17, 2012
You were loved in this life and will be loved forever more.
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Nickname: kiyoshi o-shi,old man, sir, bud
Kiyoshi was so beloved and he will be missed terribly. The second you entered the kitchen he knew there should be no other reason to enter except to give him something good to eat. He loved to eat and would always have me thinking that Melvin had not fed him. He would go to the container and nose it open looking at me innocently and "telling" me that he had not eaten. As soon as Melvin would hear me give him something he would holler "I fed him"! I would admonish Kiyoshi for trying to play us against each other. But of course I would go on after all I had already begun the process. WE had a lot of secrets around food. He knew that if there was chicken in the fridge I would tear off a piece for him.
His training was flawed so we lived with many things that was not his fault. Of course some would say he did exactly as he pleased and maybe he did but I chalked it up to my faulty training. He never moved out of the way. Where ever he laid down we would have to step over or around him. He rarely came when you called unless you acted as if you were coming to get him. he may not tell you he had to go potty (this year he had more accidents in the house) but he was always able to come and lead you to the kitchen for food. (obviously the potty issue was not really due to his condition). He was a big boy (an akita) but he never realized how big he was so he would jump up on you sometimes to say hello. I could be here all night and have more memories but this is what came to mind. He wasnt needy but when he wanted to be rubbed he would just sit down like royalty awaiting his subjects to attend to him.
He loved playing with his sister a pit mix especially when we watched TV in the living room. They would wrestle in front of the tv making the peculiar akita sounds. Letting me know he was having a good time. I know time will heal and the sadness will eventually decrease but for 8 years he was my fur baby, my love the house seems different and his absence is profound to say the least. I will miss him so much and if love could have saved him from such a hurtful end then he would have lived forever.