We’re not doing so well with the news. We’ve had him since he was a 8-week-old puppy, and we’re definitely not ready to say goodbye. He’s the sweetest and quietest husky you’ve ever met.
Anyway, I guess I’m posting just as a coping mechanism, but I guess post your messages for him or us, his caretakers, and we’d love to share them with him or appreciate your admiration for him.
Image Alt text: a smiling Siberian Husky in a yard with grass, a tree, and a brick feature in the background. The husky is looking upwards behind the camera. He has light blue eye, a black and white coat with a hint of tan on his legs, and a raccoon-like mask printing around his eyes.
Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.
No kidding. I’d seen someone once relate our lives in comparison to elves in medieval fantasy stories: we live far beyond their lives, many times over. We care for them, speak a complex language they can only grasp a small portion of, but are generally caring and inviting of them as part of our own. To them, we must seem like gods.
That sure is one great lookin dog.
Aww thanks! He definitely knows it 😅, but he isn’t rude about it.
He’s gone. We’re incredibly torn up about it.
