It was a freezing cold day in the middle of February in 2008
and we sat in the parking lot while our car wouldn’t start. This happened
sometimes on really really cold days. Why I remember this particular time is
because on my lap sat a puppy. A 5 month
old Westie from Petland. That we had just bought on a whim moments
before. I mean it was on sale! How could we resist?! We were completely un-researched
and 100% unprepared.
As mentioned Kenzi was bought on sale and it often happened
while out on a walk that we would run into other Westie owners. Who we quickly
learned were very proud of their chosen breed of dog. They would proudly bring up the fact their westie was chosen from
a select breeder in some other Canadian city (this happened more than once) and
ask us where ours was from. We’d tell them and try not to burst out laughing
about how we bought her knowing nothing and onsale to boot.
Kids loved Kenzi. She was cute and scruffy. Kenzi could care
less. She was growly and set in her ways from the start. She loved what she
loved: her owners, her human grandparents and to hunt-rabbits, squirrels etc. But I think she loved the latter
more. She’d take off like a rocket after one and we’d be left yelling her name
throughout the neighbourhood like a bunch of A-holes. We started to think she
did it on purpose just to embarrass us.
Kenzi was so stubborn. She would only listen when she knew
she had no other options. I can’t see you she’d think…meanwhile we could see
her. Insert the yelling.
Kenzi lived for adventures. If we couldn’t take her on one
she’d take herself. She’d be found or return to us covered in burs, filthy, smelling of dead disgusting things and one time human poop or something so horribly
horrific. She was often sheepish but I truly think she weighed the pros and
cons and always deemed the adventure worth it.
Her sense of adventure took her out of our van at a coffee
stop in Selkirk one time when we were enroute to Winnipeg Beach. We didn’t notice until we got to Winnipeg Beach, parked, walked to
the pier and asked each other who had the dog? It was then we realized she
must’ve got out of the car when we stopped. So like any good dog owner would do
we had dinner first and then went to find her. We got back to Selkirk and
followed her trail…”have you seen a little white dog?” we asked some kids
sitting outside. 'Yes! About a half hour ago she was by that church'. OK. We head
to the church where some kids are hanging out, we ask the same question…'Yes!
About 20 minutes ago she crossed the highway and headed that way'. We followed a
few more leads and eventually found her, hunkered down in the corner of a
parking lot.
Her fear of loud noises took her darting out of the yard one
new years eve in Pinawa after we shot off some fireworks. It was about -40. After hunting in groups for as long as we
could stand it in the cold we gave up for the night. The next morning Erich
left the house with a garbage bag and a leash…unsure of which one he’d need.
Kenzi made her way through town the night before to the Wilderness Edge…a
retreat center. The only possible place open. And spent the night with a guy
named Frank.
Kenzi has turned up on Facebook pages asking if anyone knows
who she belongs to. She’s chased down deer and been kicked in the head by one
(once they realized that if they didn’t move she wouldn’t actually know what to
do). She’s turned up at our own front door and I hadn’t even known she was
gone (I’d had lots of kids by this point and was probably tired or something).
After each excursion we’d ask her how many lives she had
left?
She loved to watch animals on tv. She sat between Erich and
I and intently watched all of Marley and Me. She often couldn’t control herself
and would run towards the tv and she’d often run around the corner trying to
find the dogs or cats if they ran off the screen.
We’d take her somewhere, tie her up and 6 seconds later she’d be so
tangled around every possible thing in sight that she’d be completely immobile.
Kenzie was so growly with kids and unfriendly with almost everyone and yet Elliot adored her. And kenzi grew to trust and love Elliot too.
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| Last snuggles together |
Kenzi has been a huge help to me since having kids. Not once
have I had to pick up a morsel of food from the floor. Not once. I think this
was more of a selfish endeavour on Kenzi’s part rather than a mutual
partnership but non-the less I appreciated it.
That is up until last week when she became too sick to eat. 2 weeks ago
we discovered she had liver cancer after noticing her slowing down and not
acting like her usual self about two weeks prior to that. Westies can live upwards of 17years. I thought we were in this for a lot longer. My heart's not ready to not have a dog around.
When a dog stops eating the food that falls and lays there
while a squirrel runs by you know she’s not feeling well. Her days of
adventuring are done and yesterday we said good-bye. And I miss her.
If you’ve lost a pet you know how weirdly quiet the house
feels.
If you’ve lost a pet who cleaned your floors while
simultaneously parenting a two year old who throws his food on the floor then
you’re really feeling me right now.
If all dogs really do go to heaven then I’m sure Kenzi will
be on some grand adventure and won’t come to us until we’ve called her name so
many times that we’re thoroughly humiliated (and in heaven no less!). She’d have it no other way.
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| Kenzi on her last lake adventure |
