An Ode to Kirby Smith Here's to Kirby, so full of grace So fleet of foot, so sweet of face Who with a twinkle in his eye Would chase the birds into the sky He was not mine and yet I know He loved me for this he did show He was beloved by oh so many By Harmon, Scout, Becky and Winnie He marched so bravely to his fate He never blamed, he could not hate It is so hard for us he left But he would not want us so bereft He would tell us not to mourn too long He loved his life, it would be wrong He would want us all to celebrate His wonderful life, so fine a mate We can find solace in each other He was more than a dog, like no other He knows we'll be together soon And play among the stars and moon For when we enter Heaven's gate He'll be there waiting, won't that be great? His tail will be wagging as fast as it can We shall always love our little man by Cindy Oliver (my sister)

B:March 30, 1999-D: June 15, 2005

We got Kirby in July, 1999. He weighed 2 1/2 pounds.

We had a family portrait taken on a very windy day in December, 2004.

Kirby spent most of his evenings cuddled up to Pete.

At Jim's house in Phoenix. I am holding Kirby and our son, Jim's Maltese, Harmon. Our son is holding his cat, Scout. Cindy's dog, Winnie is coming around the couch.

Cindy, Kirby and I are relaxing at her house in California, after Thanksgiving dinner, 2004.

Kirby and Cindy's dog, Winnie, they were best pals.

Kirby beside a porcupine cactus on our property, 2002.

Pete with Kirby and Jim and his wife, Diane with Harmon. Ready to take a charity walk for a local Animal Welfare league. We took plenty of water, it was hot for October. Harmon is one month younger then Kirby.

In Florida, with our daughter's dog, Becky.

The last picture of Kirby. Our son, Mike came up with his Golden, Tasha. Kirby died 3 days later.

Kirby's Life