Why a Weimaraner? A mix of my obsession with William Wegman’s art, the breed’s elegance, and the fact that they shed very little. Kai was born on June 5, 2017. I couldn’t wait to graduate from college so I could get my own dog.
Kaiser was with me for my entire post-college life until now, as we lay him down to rest. He was an adventurer who loved big, with the exception of squirrels. His favorite days were Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. He was in his element when we lived in Denver; he crushed K9 school and loved making friends at the dog park. One night, someone tried to break in, and Kaiser turned into a beast, ready to defend me.
I lost him a few times, each a terrifying experience. Once, he chased after a deer while we were mountain biking in Evergreen and returned two hrs later, covered in cuts but so proud that he had gone on a little adventure of his own. He was intelligent and knew hilarious tricks, such as “CUCARACHO,” which prompted him to press down with his two front paws as if he were killing a cockroach. He was a German breed stuck with a Mexican gal.
He was with me when I had no furniture, through breakups, across many homes & apartments, during the solitude of COVID while I was living in CO, and through Zoom calls, sitting by my feet. He was scared of thunder and would hide under my armpits, forgetting that he was bigger than me. Kai loved the humans who surrounded him & had the patience of a saint with my nephew.
I’ll always be grateful for his companionship, his perpetual optimism, his energy that never ran out, and his independence. On this feast day of St. Francis, I am thankful for God’s creation, which included Kaiser, my best bud and the dude who spent more time with me than anyone.
He once ate an entire box of Ferrero Rocher. I rushed to the vet, who said he would be fine. Kaiser then proceeded to poop shiny gold logs for days.
Love you, Kai <3