An ode to Kibo the wonder dog
Last week, my good friend Greg had to make the difficult decision to end the suffering of his long-time canine companion, Kibo.
I, myself, have never owned a dog. Since my father is allergic to animal dander, having a dog simply wasn't an option for me.
When I moved out on my own, I either wasn't home enough to have a dog or simply didn't have a home suited for one.
As long as I've known Greg, he has always had at least one dog - Kibo being the most recent of them.
Named after a mountain in Africa, Kibo was a black Labrador that I will remember for her seeming unending supply of energy.
She was Greg's companion for the past 15 years and accompanied him on many a camping trip or other outdoor activity.
I'm envious of people who have the relationship that Greg and Kibo had, but sadly I'm still not ready to commit to a dog. I simply don't have the time.
I'll be honest, Kibo drove me nuts most of the time. Nonetheless, I liked her and will miss her.
In the end, the energetic pooch that I had always remembered was severely weakened due to being afflicted with cancer. She wasn't the same dog I met nearly 15 years earlier.
I once joked that "Kibo" was latin for "stupid," but Greg's moniker for her, "Kibo the Wonder Dog" was much more fitting.
I'll miss you Kibo.