Do you ever get over the loss of a four legged kid???

Everybody says they don’t have a favorite two legged, or four legged kid. And I have to say I agree with that, each child (should you have more than one)has character traits that gel with you, and some that repel you. This is just the way it goes. Kids piss their parents off, and parents piss their kids off. Of my three girls, I can honestly say, with God as my witness not one of them is my fave daughter…they all bring me joy in their own ways, completely, and entirely differently from one another. They each also get under my skin for totally different reasons too. And this is good, because it makes not having a fave extremely easy.

Same goes for my four legged kids.

I have had dogs, that I’m almost ashamed to admit, I’ve had little to no connection with, other than the fact that I love all dogs. Then I’ve had some that are amazing, incredible dogs in every way, but I’m not “their person” and they’re not “my dog.” I’ve loved them, cared for them, gone to the mat for them, but they cross my memory only when I see photos.

And then there was Kuda.

Kuda called me “momma.” ALL THE TIME. Don’t believe me? I dare you to out of the blue tweet at anyone of my family members, or my best friend and ask them if this is in fact true. He and I were INSEPARABLE. I’ve never, prior to Kuda, been as in love with a dog as I was him. He was also a giant pain in the ass!! Prey driven through and through, so an open gate, a sliver of an open door, and he was OUTTA HERE, on the hunt. He even got “slightly” hit by a car one day, because he took advantage of a door left opened, just a crack and made a break for it. Kuda drove me crazy. But he also melted my heart. He was my boy, and I was his person. Which is why even three years later the thought of how young he was, and how he left me so quickly can still not only bring me to tears, but with them, a giant painful knot in my throat and chest. I will never forget him. And I will always love him.

This is for you sweet, wild, Kuda Bear…March 18th, 2005-July 12th, 2013

Just this side of heaven is a place called The Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to The Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows, and hills for all of our special friends, so they can run, and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm, and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill, and old are restored to health, and vigor; those who were hurt, or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy, and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster, and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross The Rainbow Bridge together.