In Loving Memory of Kiara (Toots)
09 - Jan - 2017 to 31- Mar - 2024
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Much Loved Dog of Cherie & Phillip
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Kiara
Suggested page title: Kiara of Pride Rock (Kiara)
[PLACEHOLDER - Best portrait of Kiara; optional softer resting photo if available.]
Kiara was the other puppy we kept and, like Mac, she felt like one of the pups who needed to stay.
She was lighter and more delicate than we had hoped early on, which made the decision to keep her feel instinctive rather than strategic. She belonged with us.
Her place in the story is important because she completes the picture of what that litter became inside our own home. She was part of the life that followed the breeding journey and part of the heartbreak when the dogs were lost in such a short space of time.
Kiara’s page should feel affectionate and personal, with more emphasis on memory and presence than on pedigree detail alone.
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Granddad Loves Ya, Tootie Cuties.
We kept two pups from the litter, a boy and girl, Kiara was my pick of the girls, I pointed out to the buyer first in line for the girls, he had the pick of the litter as I wasn't looking for show quality. Breeding the Rottweiler for the 1st time gave me the opportunity to wrap little colors of string round their necks to identify them.
Kiara's first name was "Red". I would be at the Kitchen table working remotely using RMM software (Kaseya), the only onsite work upgrading the domain controllers for Taita College, and a server upgrade for factory in Seaview (10mins away), which allowed me to spend most of my time at home with the litter.
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Every now and then I would look down while pups playing, "Red" left the pack and would just sit staring at me. One of the games I would put a hoodie on and quickly lay on the floor as they attacked and ripped into what remains my favorite hoodie today, "Red" didn't attack she climbed up onto my back and curled up just watching the others.
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She picked me, or we picked each other, as she got older in the "After Math" of four Rottweilers running past my room on their way to their grandma. Kiara chose me, she would curl up watch movies with me (she loved watching tv) and had a sweet tooth to match. I would hand her the empty plate with just enough left to get a taste.
In Kiara's final moments, I made sure my reflection in her eyes would be the last thing she would see, I don't believe there is anything after this life, I do believe this pain in my heart is real.
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"In place of a special Dog. A special pain". "In place of a special wholeness. A special emptiness".
Time will simply not be the same".
My comfort comes from the pain, and knowing when my final moments arrive, I depart thinking of my Rottweilers.