Kita

His highness surveying his domain

It's HIS couch, dont'cha know! 

Kita Blue Bratt

11-2-1992 - 2-24-2006

On Friday, February 24th 2006 we lost our sweet, gentle boy at the tender age of 13 years. Thank you Kita for the love, laughter, and joy you brought into our lives for so long. Sleep well Pooh-Bear, we miss you.

There may have been something prophetic in naming our Siberian Husky "Kita", as eleven years later we got into Akitas...

Kita was the anti-dog. He did not enjoy walking on the leash or going for rides in the car. He ran and hid when we brought Tasha home. But he was our boy, and we loved him anyway!!

Kita was the epitome of the "house dog"; he went outside as necessary, but otherwise prefered the couch or bathtub for regular naps. He was a talker - we carried on complete conversations: we asked a question and he responded "woo-WOO". He enjoyed singing along to the opening music of CSI on TV - "WOOO are you, WOO-WOO, Woo-WOO." 

Brad gave Kita to me as a gift when we were dating. He later taught Kita some "tricks" while I was on a business trip. During that time, Kita developed the habit of making himself comfortable under the desk in Brad's office, and that remained one of his favorite places throughout his life. He let us know if we got in his way. In later years, Brad lamented ever teaching Kita some of these "tricks"! 

Thou hast done well... Thou shalt be free As mountain winds - from The Tempest William Shakespeare