Khali.
Legacy Name: Khali.

In loving memory of Khali
2006-2019

The warmth of my siblings, their round furry bodies pushed against mind as we nursed from our mother. Then the cool steel of a cage in a place that was overwhelmingly loud and smelly and scary. The faces of two human boys, teenagers, who rescued me and my brother Lyko from the loud, scary place.

Wind rushing past me as I ran, my very own human boy holding a leash as I pulled him down a sidewalk on a flat piece of wood with wheels - he calls it a skateboard, I think. A lady stepped out in front of me and the boy had no choice but to crash into the sidewalk. He smelled like blood that day.

Eventually the other boy left, taking Lyko with him. I missed him sometimes, but I had my boy so it was okay.

I had my boy, and the green fuzz of a delightful little ball. I loved those balls. My human would throw them in the air and hit them with a metal bat and I would run, run, run. Sometimes he’d tell me to go, and I’d run ahead, turning to wait and then snatch them out of the air as they passed. This would always make my human happy and get me extra praise. I was a good girl.

Soon, a human girl moved into our house. I liked her a lot - she fed me human food even though my boy said not to. She also threw those green balls for me in the back yard. I could chase those balls for hours without tiring. Sometimes we would pack up the balls and go to the beach, or a park with a lot of other dogs. The other dogs never got my green ball.

The human girl got chubby and had a different smell to her. Before long, a tiny human returned home with them one day. She was little and smelly and loud. She grew up and learned how to throw my green ball. Sometimes she tried to race me to the green ball, but she never could win.

More years passed. My bones started to ache. It was hard to get up and down from the small Disney princess couch the small human gave to me as a bed. My eye sight grew worse and worse until I couldn’t see, bumping into chairs and walls and doors. My humans helped me all that they could, getting a special harness to support my legs. One day it was too much. I said goodbye to my humans as well as I could. They seemed sad, and laid a chewed up green ball with me.

I still watch over them, though they can’t see me. I like to chew my ball and watch the little girl run around the yard. Sometimes she looks over to where they laid me in the ground, at the wooden cross with my name etched into it, and she looks sad. I wish I could lick her tears away like I used to, make her laugh. I hope she keeps her memories of me as I do of her. She was a good girl.


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