Kech the Red - "Marrakech"

When our dog died, we waited a week to find Kech. It was too hard to be without him.  Puck was the best. He had done so much for us.  He was only seven, too young to die of kidney failure. He was my friend, and I missed him.  Red was there, just sitting on a craigslist add.  I had never adopted an older dog. We always raised puppies, dogs from scratch.  But he was in need of a home and was just an hours drive away. I convinced Nancy that we should at least just "go and take a look".  So here we are today. Kech, as in Marrakech the Red as he has now been named.  Here is to a long and happy time together, and may Puck rest in peace. I will never forget him, and I thank him in a melancholy tone for introducing us to Kech.