Camelot continued to fight a long hard battle with cancer. He was a trooper, and never lost his battle; he continued fighting. Camelot merely won a place in Doggie Heaven. An angel called his name, took him by his paw and whispered to him that there was a special place in Doggie Heaven especially for him. It was his time, at the early age of seven.
A very special altar sits our mantle of our fireplace. His beautiful pewter urn holds his life, his love, his kerry antics, his stories and his legacy. There is a foto of Camelot on the right of the urn when he was only 7 months old and another on the left when he was 7 years old (4 days before his last journey). He still was a handsome, beautiful kerry with the heart and spirit befitting only to a kerry blue terrier!
My beloved boy gave us so much joy, so much love, so much fun. so many good times and so many mischevious times...we love them and treasure them all. His urn if filled with these memories.
Camelot, you are a legacy to those who knew you and a legacy to those who knew of you.
Keep running and romping in the heavens above in the kingdom beyond.
I love you. Go My Boy!
How I wish I could hold and hug you,
My Camelot, My Little Kerry Blue.
We will meet when it is time.