My sister always says people die the way they live; at times my sister is a wise woman.  Our dog Kodi died this week.  He was only 7 years old, young for a dog.  I remember the day we went to get him. There was another family there and i was worried they were going to take him but we got him.  i remember walking him when he was a puppy-a woman looked at him and said, "that's a fine looking dog."  But he was more than that; he was a sweet, mellow dog's dog.  He lived to eat; we always said if we left a 50 lb bag of food around, Kodi would eat himself to death.  He was a huskies'  husky; he liked being cool, digging huge holes and running.  The only time we'd see him is when we were eating.  He was a pro at scamming food.  Gianna's boyfriend Ricky would say,"Kodi's a hungry dog."  He was fun to be around.  The Christmas Eve we had to put BJ (our other husky)  Kodi threw himself at the door when we left.  He was a loyal friend, a gentle giant.  He never gave us a moment's trouble.  So when he had a seizure this past Labor Day I rushed him to the emergency vet.  And true to Kodi-he walked out fine.  For the next few weeks he was ok.  He began to pace and stopped woofing down his food so we took him to the vet.  His fever was 105.  Our vet did blood work but the next day-in his own quiet way Kodi died.  We cried, a lot. But Kodi wouldn't want that.  That night we had Chinese food and Italian cookies, Kodi would have wanted that.