He then made his home with the Applegates in late spring 2012.
Additional survivors include his caretakers, Shane and Anna Applegate, and several canine and feline fur family members.
There will be no viewing or services.
Memorials can be made to Precious Paws, the Venango County Humane Society or to a charity of one’s choice.
Those words said in anger and frustration could not have been further from the truth. I had to make “The Dreadful Decision” on Wednesday, Nov. 16, to release Kyle from his recent suffering.
The next obstacle was several creeks we had to cross. They had a phobia of water but eventually learned how to jump across.
Brently and Kyle enjoyed several adventures as youngsters until Brently succumbed to a urinary stone at the young age of 3.
I would like to believe that Kyle cared, but he didn’t. He was too self-centered to even really know.
Kyle also butted heads with me on several occasions, but in a more figurative kind of way.
There were several times when he decided he didn’t want to go on his walk at the time when the rest of us were going. He was then locked in the pen while everyone else went. He quickly vocalized his opinion and could be heard for several acres as the rest of us continued our trek.
Kyle also seemed to be able to detect which flowers I didn’t want him to eat. This spring I never saw the new tulips I had planted because he picked them off as soon as the buds formed.
The same thing happened to my peace rose bush.
As my husband and I discussed this void in violence at our home, he recalled some other memories.
He said his favorite was Kyle having a verbal disagreement with an impact wrench from afar.
We kept hearing Kyle snorting and were a little concerned there was something in the yard that was a threat.
Upon going outside, every time an impact wrench sounded in the distance, Kyle would snort in a haughty reply.
He also was very irritated by the leaf blower and voiced his opinion at that piece of equipment as well.
Other memories surfaced as well as I searched through old photos of the black and white alpine.
There were photos of a little Kyle too small for his collar. That stage didn't seem to last very long.
Other pictures showed the aftermath of Kyle’s tendency to unhook things from his pen.
I still can’t fathom my feelings of loss for such a big bad bully.
Nonetheless if Kyle could come back from the afterlife and haunt us, he totally would.
That’s just the nature of things ‘round here.