Instead, I prefer the term "chao." This word is a much more informal goodbye. I love the friendliness of this term that is more akin to "see you later." Chao is a goodbye that I can handle.
Saturday afternoon, I took Kyle at the puppy truck. This morning Kyle should be arriving at the Guide Dogs for the Blind campus in Boring, Oregon. Although Kyle is no longer in my home, there is no way I'd ever say adios to my boy. I couldn't do that. Our paths in life have diverged, but we both have big adventures ahead of us in the next few months.
With tears in my eyes but a smile on my face, I say chao to Kyle. He's ready for all the excitement formal training has to offer him.
In the mean time, here are a few final shots of my big boy.
(Kyle in the car on the way to the puppy truck. I love his clear brown eyes!)
(This is the final shot of the four of us together for now. I'm hoping we'll get another one at graduation. My fingers are crossed.)
(Kyle spent a good portion of the day in my lap, but we needed one more cuddle before goodbye.)
(Kyle with his little brother Rio. This is a great shot to capture the contrast in their personalities. Kyle: "I'm not taking a picture. They bother me." Rio: "Aren't I cute!")
(The drivers asked me to put Kyle on the truck, and I lost it. I love this boy!)
(One final shot of Kyle in his kennel on the puppy truck. Kyle, I hope your journey went smoothly and you are enjoying new adventures in Oregon.)
Good luck Kyle. You are going to do wonderful things in life. ¡Chao!