11/30/2025
Today was the hardest day of my dad’s life 💔😢. He held me in his arms just like he always did—my head tucked under his chin, his hand resting gently on my back. But this time… I could feel his tears falling into my fur. And I knew my journey was coming to an end.
Just a short time ago, I was full of energy—zooming around the house, begging for treats, nudging my big head under Dad’s hand for scratches. I was the family’s big, goofy gray Pitbull who could make anyone smile with just one look. But suddenly, something inside me changed. I stopped wanting food, even water became hard to swallow, and my body grew weaker by the hour.
Dad tried everything. Every vet visit, every test, every bit of hope he could hold onto. He kept telling me, “Buddy, we’ll get through this. I promise.” He wanted so badly to see me run again—feel the grass under my paws, stick my head out the truck window, and just be free.
But when the test results came back, the room went quiet. My red blood cell levels were dangerously low 🩸💔. The doctor gently told Dad the words no pet parent ever wants to hear—I was hurting, and I didn’t deserve to suffer anymore.
Dad’s hands shook. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed my head, and whispered how much he loved me. And in that moment, I felt safe… the same way I always did in his embrace. I closed my eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep, knowing I was held by the person who loved me the most 🕊️🐾.
Today, my collar sits on his wrist as a bracelet—a reminder that I’m still with him, just in a different way. And from beyond the rainbow bridge, I’m wagging my tail and telling him, “Dad, I’m okay now.”
My name is Kano, and I am a proud Pitbull. My life wasn’t long, but it was filled with love, loyalty, belly rubs, and memories that will last Dad a lifetime. And I leave him with a promise—one day, he’ll open his heart to another rescue in need. And through them… my love will live on forever 🌈❤️🐾.
