Almost two years ago, Mary-Margaret moved to Maui from Oregon.

It was decided that beautiful Kobe should come to 1880 to live out his retirement with Roxie and Rosie and me.  Here, we gave him the luxury senior treatment.  Daily walks and naps played their part.

Last summer, we went camping and stayed in a cabin where he chose this futon for his bed.

There was a fine field there to explore.  Silly Roxie dug up a mole.

This month his girl came home and spent his last three weeks giving him “the spoil-rotten protocol,” which was the right thing to do.

Auntie Kate came up for the weekend to spread the attention around.

And then today the time came when our boy had to go on ahead.

The paw print he left in the snow has gone now.

But the one he left on our hearts will be there forever.

I learned so many things from Kobe about how to be when you get old.  He was patient, kind, agreeable.  Never grumpy,  Never complained about his meals or the time he got them.  Took his meds.  Smelled nice. Was always affectionate. Loved to go for long slow walks in his warm coat, but didn’t mind when I was too busy.

Goodbye my beautiful boy. I won’t ever forget the things you taught me. Thanks for letting me be your Grandy.