Seizures began late Friday night with Kirby. We got this very strong-willed miniature schnauzer the day before my oldest niece was born. Eight months later, Duff came into our world.

They both died together last night. I knew it was coming. They were both 14-years-old. Duff was suffering from cancer and there wasn’t anything we could do. Kirby was blind.

I knew late Friday that the end was coming for Kirby. Duff was also in pain from the cancer. We gave them baby aspirin but it couldn’t cut through the suffering.

I know with our state in such a mess, that losing two dogs at once doesn’t seem like a lot when people died here in the last week.

But they were our friends and we were their humans. We were advised to let them go together because, although Duff probably had another week in her, it was best for her to go with her best buddy.

Stephanie and I are heartbroken but we had many good years with both of them and we miss them. Mabel does too. She keeps looking for them.

I knew I would lose them. I just didn’t know they would die together on the same day.

We buried them on the farm late last night.

And we grieve.

Kirby

Duff

Kirby And Duff

They will be missed. And our hearts are broken with the loss.