It's a sad time isn't it?
On the bright side, I changed my avi to my REAL man. Meet Kioki Kamamalu,but his street name is KiKi. Hes my 3-legged, diabetic hero. He's my pride & joy. He's by my side 24/7. Poor little guy won't even go outside to pee until I'm out of bed & tell him it's OK for Grandma to help him off my bed. We communicate with our eyes. He's amazing. He even talks. H says things like,"I love my mama" or "I love my grandma." Or even, "Oh nooooo" if someone's coming over he doesn't care for.
I suffer from extremely painful neuropathy on the tops of my feet & he knows when it's bad cause he'll lay by my chair & gently lick both feet helping the dirculation. He really is amazing & I'm not the only one to say so. Everyone who meets the little guy notices his cccaretaking ability & devotion to me.
Anyway, he's my baby. I think I'll keep him as my avi until Locke comes back to the iisland.













I am
blown away by Kiki's intuition on when your feet need help. He is awesome. We had a miniature schnauzer for 13 years who was diabetic. He was our fur baby
and we were crazy about him.