I bought Kona on the Day of the Dead, Nov 1, 2006.
Getting a dog wasn’t my idea. She came from a puppy mill in Redmond, WA and I was her third family. She was with me through six cities in two countries.
She did a month of hard time for me in Sembawang Prison (she was innocent) and never squealed. She was at my wedding.
When Milo was asleep, she tended to hang out near his door until we went to bed, and to wait every morning to go in and check him out.
Kona had a tumorous spleen removed in January. We euthanized her this morning, at home. Everybody was always happy to see her.