We lost Kirby to cancer July 14, 2007. It was a long battle that we
thought we were winning (Kirby had a leg amputated late last fall)
until the cancer returned about a month or so ago. Kirby was a
sweet boy.

He was funny as a pup. I remember how he would put his
paws on his older sisters shoulders and rest his head on top of her
head! He, as most berners, loved the cold. During a winter snow
storm, you couldnt find him in the snow in the yard. You would have
to call his name and his head would pop up out of the snow,
as if to say, "yes I'm here"!

As a young adult, we blocked off the bushes in
the yard, because he liked to hide in the bushes and it turned out
he was allergic to the mulch. He didnt like being blocked off from
the bushes, so to our amazement, one day we saw a 100 pound berner
take a running leap and go flying in the air over the chicken wire
fencing and land on a bush!

There are so many funny stories about Kirby, so many wonderful memories. Even when Kirby was sick and in pain and before his pain meds would kick in, he never got nasty or bit. I would lay on the floor next to him and he would scoot over and push himself against me as if I could protect him from the cancer. He was such a sweetheart and will be greatly missed.