Ginny was the first one to order a brick in this group. Many of you know Ginny from her daily comments on this blog. She is an animal lover without a doubt and a BIG supporter of me and my work. Now here is the story of K.C. in Ginny’s words.
When we lived in Arizona in 1983 I worked at a bank and I had to pass the shelter every time we took the trash to the dump. It was not a no kill shelter. Some runs were visible from the road, and some were inside the building with runs on the other side.
One night I had a dream that a dog was trying to contact me in my dream. I saw the dog clearly. The dog was a golden brown with a black nose and a little black around his eyes and his ears kind of hug down at a strange angle. As soon as I got off work the next day I went straight to the shelter. I went right inside and walked to the pen down at the back of the right hand side and there he was the exact dog I had seen in the dream. I walked up to the cage and said to him, "You knew I would get you and I am here now." He walked up to the wire and put his paw and nose to my hand. He looked me right in the eyes. He knew he was going home with me.
I loved that dog from the first minute I saw him. He loved me as much. He never left my side. He would sit down in front of me and stick his front legs out with the paws crossed like a person crosses their legs. When I moved, he moved. I kept him inside alot and in a fenced in back yard. When I was home from work, he was inside right with me. He could feel my love.
I even contacted a psychic back in Kentucky about this - I did not send any money and thought I would not hear back. In about 2 weeks I got a letter. She said in a previous life I was a small Indian girl and K.C. was my scout dog and went everywhere with me. Once he had saved my life. It made complete sense.
We had to go to Chicago on business and left the dog at home and someone was going to take care of him. I got a phone call telling me K.C. was dead. I cried so hard I could not talk and drove home crying all the way.
The person had left the front door not latched and it came open and K.C. headed out to the highway. He was killed by a car and a friend of ours picked him up and put him in a safe place until we got home to bury him. I was sick all the way home. I still cry for his loss. I still love him after all these years. He was just a stray of mixed breed but he was all heart and love. I would get him back if I could. I can't, but I can honor my beloved pet with a brick in Winnie's Walkway.
Now everyone knows about him and how he loved and was loved.
Ginny ~ THANK YOU.