Kharma wasn’t an easy dog to live with. She was so very smart, and always thinking. She was top bitch among the canines and she could rule with just a look. She was protective over Nick and took care of him as if he were her own puppy.
She was talkative, with a huge vocabulary. She could say ‘I love you’ so clearly she could be understood by someone on the phone. She would tell me NO, loudly and distinctly, if I asked her to do something she didn’t want to do. When I talked to her, she talked back with roos and woos, imitating my intonation.
She was my wild child, my roughneck, always ready for a game. She loved everyone, never met a stranger. She loved eating snow. She was free with sloppy kisses any chance she got. She earned the nickname Worm as a puppy, carrying it all her life, because she wiggled constantly.
I don’t know how I’m going to face coming home at night and not having her sing to me. How do I wake up in the mornings without her laying next to me?Who will I sing ‘Karma Chameleon’ to? Who will be Nick’s guardian now?
No, she wasn’t an easy dog to live with, but damn she was fun. I’ll miss you forever Kharma Jean. Till we meet again.
She lost her battle today with degenerative mylopathy, which is essentially ALS for dogs. Her mind was sharp as ever, but her body just gave up.
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