Kali crossed the bridge over a year ago and there is not a day that ends where I haven’t thought about her at least once. I find myself day dreaming about her. At night she is often in my dreams. Her name comes off my lips at times when I am speaking to one of her sissies. Sometimes I call out to her for no reason in particular other than to beckon her sweet spirit. And I will speak softly to her when I see a picture of her on my computer or in a photo frame.
I miss her desperately. Not in a deliberating way, or even in a sad way. But in a way that stops me in my tracks and takes my breath away as I realize what an incredible relationship we had and what a very special dog Kali was. Her history is storied having been rescued in Taiwan and flying across the world into our arms in the SF Bay Area. Two years later we moved to the Sierra Nevada Foothills and she was an instant local. Nothing ever phased her. She adapted within minutes to any new environment or situation. And like a true Golden she loved all people almost as much as she loved food. 🙂
Recently a picture came up in my Facebook Memories. A photo from four years ago. In the photo Kali, Kloe, Koda, and Holly were all lying on the floor sleeping. Everyone was tired from a day of playing off and on in the snow. What struck me about this photo was that as they slept on the floor Kloe, Koda, and Holly each had their heads resting against Kali. She was our anchor. She was our energy. She was our heartbeat. Kali was and remains the pulse of The Golden K!
Kali, anchoring a power nap after a day in the snow. February 5, 2019
Golden Kali 
That picture says it all! She was your anchor for sure….
And a darn good pillow! 😀
What a touching and precious memory. I completely can identify with the longing for an angel heart dog. Sending tender thoughts for your amazing Kali. 💙
When I her in a photo or in my mind’s eye I smile and sigh; a good sigh.
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Lovely memories, and that photo is so precious. Kali certainly was the anchor. Regards. Colin.
Thx Colin. Even asleep they affect our lives and continue to do so after they pass.
Yes they certainly do don’t they.
OMD, I LOVE that photo!! How sweet! It reminds me of my Callie with Shadow, and later with Shadow and Ducky. 💞💞💞
As much as Callie was my teacher and my best friend, it was Ducky who became my soulmate as we helped each other through Sam’s worst dementia days. I miss my girl beyond measure; and I often call Zoey “Ducky”, or start to before catching myself. And I talk to Ducky, a lot. She picked Zoey for me because she knew I needed another “baby girl” who would be sweet and sassy at the same time. And who would snuggle with me as much as Bogie once did. Zen is more like Ducky in that regard, but his snuggles are just a bit more special because they’re on his terms.
Even when they cross the bridge they are not far away!