Kirby came home with us two years ago. When we met him I was pleased to discover his coat hadn't "cleared" yet. He was still a dark black color. As we got to know and love him, I secretly began to wish his coat would never clear, that he'd just stay black forever. I watched for signs of change. About six months ago I started to see little patches of grey in his coat. My sister, the groomer, said he was dirty and ill-groomed (oh yes, he was). But as this spring arrived, his color change became more apparent. He's becoming a true blue Kerry. And I find, I couldn't be happier. Afterall, that's what he was born to be.
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