Karsha was adorable. She was black and white, a Staffy x Kelpie. She was small enough to fit into a shoebox when I first brought her home at 8 weeks, a few weeks before Christmas time. She grew up in Perth, moved to Sydney and lived in a terrace house in the inner west with us for a number of years. There was many an adventure for Karsha, hundreds of late evening walks through the grounds of Sydney University (behind where we were living), a few park runs out the front of Star City Casino. There was the weekend visit to relatives to Katoomba in the year where the bushfires burnt across the rail tracks, my uncle G declared her to be a "redfern dog" and after being stuck up their late one evening we were driven back to Sydney. Husband to be and I in backseat, Karsha in the passenger seat - being patted by Uncle G all the way home.
Karsha was a teddy bear. She was cuddled, kissed, fed and loved by so many people. She had many a nickname - meatface, rachel, teemoo and karsh'. Losing her this year was losing a family member. It was hard. It was hard for her bestfriend Marsba (our brown doggie) because he doesnt have here here anymore and you can feel his loss. It was hard for our son to know that Karsha was gone (he is 2 in January). It brings smiles to our faces when he sees her photo (we have her all around our home) and knows thats KarKa.
Karsha, we will miss you this christmas but will never ever forget how you touched ours and so many other peoples hearts xxx