Kole, 1994-2007
Last night, Kole left us after two short years in our home. He suffered a brief and very sudden illness, and his loss leaves an enormous hole in our lives. He loved playing in snow, so it was fitting that it snowed last night – the world bid him a quiet goodbye.We were only fortunate enough to know Kole for two of his 13 years, but those years were more than enough to learn to love him and be glad we had the chance to share in his life.
Kole was his own unique dog in many ways – from his funky old-guy breath to his patented two-inch vertical leap when he was really, really excited. Kole was best friends with everyone he met except for cats, who he remained wary of after “the incident”. His most special friend was Courtney, who let him climb up on the bed with her and was willing to pet him almost all the time.
Endearingly clumsy and not so good at backing up when stuck in the laundry room, Kole was also resourceful enough to learn how to open our locking trash can. Let’s face it, leftover chicken is tasty. He loved getting a chance to swipe some cat food, playing with his George Bush baby, and chasing his toy in the yard. While not good at catching, he knew that a Nerf football could be the most fun way to spend an afternoon ever. He loved to go find things and people and was a very thorough searcher. He was a proficient hand-shaker and notoriously bad speller.
Even as he got older and less active, Kole enjoyed car rides and walks – which got shorter, but were no less fun. He would sit in front of you and stare while you talked to him, and had boundless patience for all our baby talk to him, and never failed to forgive us when we stepped on his paws or accidentally bonked his head. He wriggled with excitement when we came home, took up too much room in the bathroom while we got ready in the mornings, preferred spreading our clothes around the bedroom to sleep on rather than his own bed. In the last few months, the ever resourceful Kole discovered an abandoned pillow and learned the joy of sleeping with his head on a pillow just like his people.
We’ll miss our old guy, miss having him crawl under the coffee table during movies and blithely shove doors open if we forgot to let him in a room (Kole saw no point in us being in a room without our dog), and we’ll miss all his old guy quirks. He was our sweet old best buddy, and he is terribly missed.
Kole will be cremated, and we haven’t decided what to do with his ashes. If you’re interested, Kole can be remembered by donating dog food or toys to PAWS or an equivalent shelter.


