We lost the most senior member of our pack when we lost Misty. She was a pure bred Siberian that we adopted from an AKC store 16 and a half years ago. We knew she'd be trouble when the first thing she did in front of us was poop the floor. She was only 6 weeks old when we bought her. Because of her longevity there isn't enough space to relate all of our memories of her. But here are a few; as a puppy she barked at her own reflection in the mirror. She chased a black bear out into the woods. She needed to keep an eye at all the children who were in our swimming pool, even though she couldn't swim. She loved to help her dad in the yard, and to antagonize her younger brother Simba who was ten years her junior. As I said we have enough memories of her to fill a book. I will miss her most of all because I was her dad, and I think we had a special bond. Her picture is tatooed on my arm. Misty there'll never be another one like you. Goodbye puppygirl.

We lost our beautiful Guinevere on May 16, 2008. She was the absolute love of my life. She was a perfect animal in every way and she will be missed by all that knew and loved her. It was so sudden and such a shock, I will never get over this loss. She was my love and my life for ten short years..

He was a cherished pet/friend to us and to his litter mate "Alexandra" for the 11 yrs and 8 months. Nick would still be w/us if he had not gotten sick suddenly, so he missed his 12th birthday by 4 months. We miss him dearly.

Tasha crossed the bridge this evening as a grande dame of 15+ years.

We love her so very much and will miss her more than words can say. As we grieve for her, we are comforted by her 2002 Success Story here at TOTTSHR.

We were blessed to have 5 1/2 years with her. We cannot thank you enough for allowing us to share our lives with her. We know she is finally at peace. We are a better family for having loved her.

Thank you so much for all the efforts and support from everyone involved in searching for Taiga. We can never thank you enough.
Her gentleness and playfulness will be missed greatly. She was a sweet girl. 'We will never forget you, Taiga..we love you!'

Our little Shelly. Such a precious little ball of fluff who instantly walked right into our hearts and will forever remain. Fourteen years seems like such a short time. We will love you always and miss you dearly.

Otis lived in a Frat House in Philly her first nine months and then her first dad, our cousin, had to move and she moved in with her Mommy, Brenda. When she was 9 months old she was almost bald because of a skin condition and nobody knew that when her hair grew in it would be the exact same color as Brenda's! She was a very sweet but silly puppy who got into everything! When she was 8 years old she and her mommy moved in her aunt Judy & her uncle Harvey and she had three people who adored her! She really loved men...maybe because of her puppy years and Harvey always said that he was the closest thing she had to a Frat House. She was a very smart girl because her grandmom taught her almost every word in the English language. Ottie loved to play and play and play. Her heart could not make it any longer....probably it got so big because she loved so much. She was our little red angel, our peanut, our sniglet, our oatmeal and when she was grumpy she was our Mrs. Grinch. Helping you cross today was the hardest thing we ever had to do but we knew it was best for you. We miss you so much and we always will. You were our sweet little girl and we hope you don't try to fight Sebastian or Zen in heaven.

Misty Blue as we called was very special to us. We got her when she was 6 weeks old. She loved to "talk" to us, she could make us laugh or cry. When my husband passed away unexpectedly 5 years ago. Blue told every one her sad "story". When it came time to let her go (she wouldn't go on her own), it was the hardest decision I had to make, because my children wouldn't make the decision. As I watched her and prayed that she would just go to sleep. The decision was made, that her final day would be on the fifth anniversary of my husband's passing. She had to get the last word in though. When we were asked how much she weighed, she got up on her own and walked to the scale. Canadian Misty Blue was 15+ years old. We miss her now and always will.

A true,and loyal friend who will be missed with every passing day.

Our beloved dog Cujo was taken away much to soon. We will miss him dearly. He was our families best friend, Always the happy Husky. We will miss him for the rest of our lives.

Riley passed on this evening at the vet's. He was such a good boy and it hurts so much to have let him go but we could not allow him to continue on for us when he was so very uncomfortable and weak. We feel so very blessed that he was in our lives for as long as he was. Riley you enriched our lives and really were so very special, we miss you and love you so much. You were our R-Man! You were our good boy!

Alaska mommy loves you and you will never be replaced. I cant wait to see you when I go to Heaven. Watch over me please.

DOB - January 1, 1995 -Lupi, my baby, my little girl -you are my best friend and my heart and soul. After you came others, but you outlasted all of them. You were highly intelligent, creative; so funny and beautiful. I became again the best friend of the most popular girl. Sweetheart, I miss you so much, you are the love of my life and no one will replace you, ever!I miss when you talked at the same time I had conversions with others.I miss how we played hide and seek and then I chased your bum.I miss how you used to flip the sheets and pillows off the bed for 10 mins when you were frustrated about something.I miss how you stared at me when you thought I wasn't looking then turn your head when I saw you. Who will protect me from mosqitoes - remember you had to lay on me and lick my face to keep those bugs off me. "OH Lupi, you have some esplaining to do" "The Lupinator" "Lupi; Lupi; Lupi; Lupi" You had the expressions on your face that I could always tell what you were thinking of and you knew what I was thinking of too! Lupika, I love you always and forever until we meet again soon at the rainbow bridge, be there for me I need your leadership. Mummy.

Nvwati was born on April 1, 1997, the second of five pups born to Miko, a timber wolf. Miko came into my life two years earlier, gifted to me in the Will of an elderly woman who passed away. I am American Indian and belong to the wolf clan. This grandmother knew of my love for wolves, so when she passed away she left Miko to me. I had no idea Miko was capable of having pups! I thought by that age she would have either been spayed or sterile.Miko met Timber, a black and white Siberian Husky and they fell in love. They would both cry for hours after their play dates together. I had to be out of town for a week and Miko went to spend that time with Timber and his human mom. When I returned home I was told they had mated.Sixty three days to the day, five pups were born. Nvwati was the largest, and the second one to make his appearance. He was born butt first and I had to help him come out.Two weeks later I was awakened one night to the sound of howling. Imagine my surprise when I went into the Solarium and found Miko howling at the full mooon with little Nvwati sitting beside her, his little head up high howling along!As people came to decide which pup they wanted I would all but push Nvati into their hands but each time they would say "No". Being a blonde he didnt look as "wolfie" as the other pups did and so before long I was left with only two needing a home, Nvwati and his brother. After his mother Miko died suddenly, he wiggled his way into my heart and remained with me, my constant companion.Nvwati loved to sing and would sing along with me whenever I took up my drum. He competed in and came in second in an International Pet Singing Competition. He was on several tv shows including Breakfast Television, Oprah Show, Erin Davis show, etc. Nvwati can be seen singing on his dogster site at www.dogster.com/dogs/83943. Over the next 10.5 years Nvwati brought me so many wonderful memories. Whether it was of him singing as I drummed, or the countless times his attitude would come through, he always brought me joy. He lived up to his name which is a Cherokee word for "Good Medicine". During times I was so ill I didnt know if I could go on any more he would be there for me , loving me and showing me that I had better not leave him! Nvwati was so very gentle to all he met, but especially loving to homeless people. Its as though he seemed to sense they needed a little extra loving. Time after time I told him how he better not die before me because I couldnt bear the loss. I told him this just the night before he passed away. On Friday, Sept. 28, 2007 while out for our afternoon trip to the park, I noticed he was walking slowly. Jokingly I said, "Hey bubbs, you re slow today. Whats wrong? Are you an old man now?" Upon our return from the park he lay down at the doorway to my bedroom and let out a yelp. It was by far not the worst yelp I had heard from him over the years but his beautiful eyes told me soemthing was terribly wrong. I helped him to my bed and called the Animal Hospital. I was told to bring him right over. Thinking it must have been something he ate, I put him on leash and began the 3 block scoot to the Animal hospital. Two blocks from home, my darling wobbled then sat down. He put his head down and died right there on the sidewalk, one block from our destination.His autopsy showed he had Pericarditis, a large bag of fluid around his precious heart making it hard for it to beat. He died of a massive heart attack.It feels as though my heart will explode from grief. As I left the Animal Hospital, I sat outside on my scooter (wheelchair type thing) and looked up at the sky. On the one side of the street where I was, the sky was blue and sunny. Directly across the street the sky was black and it was raining. It was as though the heavens had opened to welcome my beloved Nvwati home!

I have always taken in abused animals cats, dogs, horses you name I have had it at my home sometime in my life. When Kayla came into my life she was 6 months old badly beaten by her former owner. I took her to my vet he cleaned her up an closed 3 gashes in her back. Once I had her back home I had my hands full with her she would fight with my other dogs tear up anything she could sink her teeth in. It took 3 months of showing her that her new owner was a kind loving person. I never knew what a wonderful companion she would turn out to be. I had Kayla Ann for 18+ years. I was giving her a bath one day I found a small bump on her belly that turned out to be a cancerous tumor the vet said nothing could be done for Kayla but love her. It was 8 months later when it was time and it was so hard to let her go but it was the most loving thing I could do for my best friend so she wouldn't suffer anymore. I never realized what a large hole she would leave in my life as well! in my heart. I will always miss Kayla and our times together. The day I pass over I know in my heart Kayle will be there waiting for me.

Her name was Cheyanne...and she was my Best Friend and Buddy... Her blue eyes and her beautiful face...always greeted me and she even could say..."I LOVE YOU" and it's not a liar...I taught her that...and her howling...was just music too my ears... I had her for 14yrs. and each and everyday was Special... I remember taking her for long walks... when she finally calmed down...but when I first got her...she was 7 months old...and we use too tell people too watch the front door as you know... when they are puppies and getting in the first years... they love too run...and take off...we had a few incidents...too go rescue her...but she was always glad too come back home...and so was I...I miss her each and everyday...and keep her in my thoughts... only wishing I could have another one...but my husband has allergies...and can't be around dogs that sheld alot...(this is my second marriage)... and he feels really bad... but I understand... the time I did spend with Cheyanne was the BEST... I keep our special memories in my Heart...and know..that she is in heaven..(Doggy) that is... playing with her Buddies and one day soon...we will be reunited... Love, Kathy...Jack...Kellyanne...and Shannon...!

Dear, sweet Sikora. It's coming fast upon your 11th birthday. Last year at this time we were taking our "Sikora walks". You had been diagnosed with your aggressive cancer and I was trying not to mourn your passing pre-maturely. I was trying to live each day with you while you were still here. You helped me do that. You passed onto the Rainbow Bridge, finally secuming to that awful disease. You went on your own, not wanting me to have to make that decision I knew was fast coming to me. The one I didn't want to make.

I thank you everyday for giving me sooo much. You are the reason I am who I am. You are the reason I became a trainer...since the trainers I talked to told me I should put you down at the age of 2 when you started snapping when someone walked near your food. You're the reason I started trying to figure out how to help fix the problem. I wasn't going to give up on my beloved girl. We had our ups and downs, but in the end you did so well! Coming to work with me everyday, making friends with the girls at work,and putting up with the silly puppies all around. I still ask your forgiveness for using those 'traditional' methods on you. You were a husky. I had to make things seem like it was your idea. I had to be gentle and patient and understanding of why you did what you did and why I made you the way you were. I learned though, thanks to you. You totally changed my life.

Thank you for giving me chance after chance and teaching me so much. My love for you is stronger today than the day I first saw you as a darling, shy puppy. You were my first husky and the reason I will always have that wonderful, intelligent breed in my life. Basha and Yukon carry on your legacy.

I miss you so much, my dear, sweet girl. It's still so hard, after almost a year,not to have you snoring by my side at night, not to have you in the seat next to me in the car. I love you my Sikora-butt.

Sammie Wright was my retired police dog. She was a loyal and faithful dog both professionally and personally. She did countless demos providing great community relations to the pd and public. She was always on patrol, but gentle at home. Sammie was 13 1/2 when she went to the bridge. Her health failing, but her sprit the same as the first day I got her. She could barely walk, and when she did she looked at me with such questions like Why are you making me do this? She would do it though, but it was only because I asked her to. One of the toughest things I had to do was to end her pain. Then ours began. I passed her from my arms to God. She will be missed, now with her pal Jake who passed 2 yrs ago. Our home is empty without them both. Jake Sammie til we all meet again.... With Love, Kevin and Cheri

I will never forget you Moriah. You were my best friend, buddy and pal. You brought immense joy to our lives and great heartache when we had to let you go. Because Linda and I never had children, you became all that more special to us. I remember you as puppy.... silly, spunky, one blue eye and one brown eye, full of energy and life. Then as you became an adult, you looked regal, strong, and ran with such grace and majesty. We had a lot of fun playing catch with the tennis ball. I remember how you loved to rough house with me. I also remember you just coming out and laying down near me when I would smoke my pipe out on the back patio. And of course, your favorite thing of all, going on our walk walks. Oh, how you loved your walks and going on trips. It never ceased to amaze me how so many people commented on how beautiful you were and how people were so attracted to you. God truly made you special. Then, as you got older, it was hard to watch you slow down because you were always so strong and vibrant. But even though your mind was still sharp and your heart still young, your body wouldn't cooperate. You hung in their for as long as you could, but we couldn't watch you deteriorate anymore and didn't want you to suffer, as you could no longer walk.

Please forgive us for letting you go. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do. For nearly 14 years you were my buddy boy. And because the last 5 years my office was in the home, we bonded all that much more.

I think you will like your resting place. It's at Pat and Kim's house. I remember how you loved to roam their property. Now, you will rest under one of the Pepper trees near their house. As often as I'm in the area, I will visit you, my friend. I love you buddy. I miss our walks and your friendship so much. Rest in peace.

We already had 3 members in our pack but in the August of 2000 we saw an ad in the local paper, "Female husky desperately needs a home." That husky turned out to be a ten year old girl named Aurora. She had been renamed at the shelter for one of her vocalizations, 'A-rah-rah'. After being with the same family for all of her ten years, she was given up because she ran away once too often. We took her into our home, where she blended right in with our pack but not the cat at first. She had a strong spirit, and like most huskies she was a runner(she escaped from us twice). She was always the princess as her photo suggests. She loved tennis balls, not to fetch but to devour; usually ripping one to shreds within minutes. At night she liked to sleep under my side of the bed. This did stop as she got older as it got more difficult for her.One Friday in December of 2003 she started acting oddly lethargic. Over that weekend her condition deteriorated rapidly. A visit to the vet's office early Monday morning told us the shocking news. She had liver disease and was too far gone to cure. This couldn't be, she'd only been with us for three and a half years. Our only option at that point was to let her go. I'm not sure if she knew I was even there at that last moment. Saying goodbye to her was very hard as she was the first dog I'd lost since I was growing up and the pain I felt that morning lingered with me for weeks. I hope that we made her last three plus years happy ones, making up for the betrayal she must have felt before. I hope there's always an extra tennis ball around just for you Miss Aurora. We'll miss you always.

since i was a little girl i always wanted a wolf but knowing you couldn't have one was hard on me. so i fell in love with siberian husky's.one day after i got old enough to work and get good pay i deside it was time i get my dream come true so like always i would pray to god to send me a dog that was have wolf and siberian husky mixed.one day was all it took when i found what god sent me the most beautiful and caring wolfhybrid who was there for my every need and when it come my sad and awful time when i felt that the world and my life was giving up on me,she was there. she wasn't going to let me throw away life.when i came home one day i broke down crying from loosing a best friend and a grandma in one week. dakota came and climbed in my lap and looked at me so like always i would talk to her about what was going on.she was always there to listen.my family always said when i was gone from the house she would stay in the drive way till i came back.well 2 weeks went by and i was moving on in life.one day when i was coming home from vaction i come around the curve looking for dakota,waiting to see her and give her a kiss i rounded the curve and there she was laying there dead on the rd. i cried for months and still do. i miss her more than anything. one day i prayed to god and i heard a voice say she's with me. people can call me crazy but i will never Quit telling the story about how god had sent me an angel for me.as for dakota i will never forget her no matter what. she tought me alot.and i want to say i love her for ever more.and one dy i will see you again.in loving memory of.. *DAKOTA LEE BENNETT*

You are the love of my life and left a huge void in my heart. I will always love you till we meet again someday. Diana

A.J. was diagnosed with a tumor on his adrenal gland. He was almost 13 at the time. There was no way to no if it was cancerous. Because of his age and the other complications involved, we decided to let him live out his life. It was so sad to see a boy that was so robust and happy waste away to nothing. Making that last trip with him to the vet's office was the hardest thing that I'll ever do. I think of him often and hope that he's now back to being the happy boy we all grew to know and love. Goodbye old friend.

Mya will never be forgotten.She was only 6 months old, A beautiful Siberian Husky.we did all we could to save her but she ate a rock that was just too big for het to digest on her own,had surgery but the rock done too much damage,I feed her by hand with liquids for 3 weeks after the surgery but she just kept losing weight and going down hill so I couldn't let her surfer any more so I made the choice to put her to sleep ,I will never forget her,she was very special puppy.

Saying goodbye was the hardest thing in the world, but we will always remember you.

We loved you and tried to give you a good home..may you be playing and running over the bridge.

Polar Bear is been in pet heaven for 7th year, I can't have other without missing him so much, Ithink of you so much, you left me sad-lonely without a friend to walk to the park.

There were two angels, Jada and her sister Tina.. Unfortunately we lost Tina. Came home one day from work and found her in the backyard. Was one of the worse days of my life. She was an amazing pet and a great part of our family. She is dearly missed still up to this day.
Miss You Tina. Love You

Sweet Sweet Little Lou, you came to me as a sick little foster puppy on 9/17/06 at only 3 months old. So frail and in need of attention and time. It took us a bit and some specialty visits and tests to get to the root of what was ailing you, and you withstood every test, scraping and poke with grace and ease that even the doctors couldn't believe.....you were amazing. You touched many hearts along the way, but most of all you touched mine. A wise person once told me that it is not the easy foster dogs that touch you the most...it is the ones you put the most time and energy into that pull so deeply at your heartstrings...they were so right. Between the special baths and lotions, the medications twice a day, the specialist visits and everything in between Lou....you and I grew inseperable. Wherever you saw me, Lou was not two steps behind. Wherever I was sitting Lou was on my lap or right next to me.....she was my comfort during two terrible losses over the last two months and I was hers when she was relapsing from her disease and she wasn't feeling well. I am not sure why she had to be taken so young or so unexpectedly....and it has been one week and I am still having a very hard time dealing with her loss. I miss her terribly....my heart feels empty and I just want her back. She was technically still a foster but was not leaving here in my head:) It just seems so unfair to loose them so young, she was just a baby.....run free from that dreaded disease Little Lou, no more medicine, no more skin scrapings and no more pain. Mommy misses you more than anyone will ever know....you left the deepest puppy paw prints imaginable on my heart. Godspeed baby...until we met again.

My CodaBodaBear......I will forever miss that big old hugable head of yours. I rescued you when you were 13 years old and thought I would only have you but a short time...boy did you have me fooled! You lasted in my home another 3 years to make it to a ripe old age of 16 years....I always called you my Timex, took a lickin and kept on tickin:) You survived bloat, abscess surgery, cancer......I thought you might outlive me. I have to say you were one of the most handsome huskies I have ever met with that wooly coat of yours! You lived and breathed for your momma....oh and for telling off all the foster puppies and keeping thier little butts in line. I remember fondly the first day I brought you home, old and crickity and you spotted a green squeeky ball...and gave me a heart-attack when you play-bowed it! I should have known then that you had a few years left:)You loved to get on mommy's bed (I had to lift you up and down of course)...you would do that happy head rub on the bed...and then when I put you down...trot all around the house SOOO happy! I will really miss that happy head rub. At the end Coda, the sunshine left your eyes, I no longer saw that happy head rub, you couldn't get yourself up and more and the puppies were starting to boss you around. I felt sad for you...like you were losing your status and being degraded...and you were too great of a king for that. You would look at me with such a sad look in your eye, barely able to catch a breath anymore, unable to hold it until I could get you outside and I knew it was time to help you to the Bridge....even though it was the hardest thing I had to do...stop the Timex. It is very hard to watch the life leave your beloved dog's eyes, but Coda.....I know that you were not happy with the life you had here anymore, you needed to run free and breath easy and if that meant sacrificing my own sorrow to help you do that, then that's what it meant. I miss you and love you to death....until we meet again...my one and only special boy, Godspeed Codabodabear.... we had a good run.

Beautiful sweet Larissa, we are sorry that your life had to come to such a tragic end the way that it did. You were a TOTT alumni and always will be......we are sorry that you were so true to those husky ways and did not care about jumping that fence or that car in the street. Your story will be told many times over to warn others of huskies and their ways, your death will not be in vain and you will not be forgotten. Wear you silver harness with pride......it will look so beautiful with your snow white coat and sparkling blue eyes. Godpeed sweet girl.

Just three days after saying good-bye to our husky, Logan, we had to say good-bye to Denali. She was diagnosed with a liver tumor in April 2006 so we knew this day would come; we just didn’t think it’d be like this.

She had diarrhea for nearly a week and seemed depressed, not unusual considering we had to put our other dog to sleep. But her diarrhea didn't get better and an x-ray showed that her tumor had grown to 3x its size. If she was slowly bleeding internally, she’d go downhill fast. If she wasn’t bleeding internally,given the size of the tumor and how it was affecting her, she still didn’t have very long. We decided we didn’t want her to be any more uncomfortable than she already was by delaying the inevitable.

She deserves to be remembered. And she would have demanded it :).

Denali was a typical husky puppy – she dug trenches, ate expensive sunglasses, was incredibly active, ate shoes (but only one of a pair) and demanded constant love and attention.

I always joked that Denali, who became a pet therapy dog for St. Hubert’s in 1999, thought all the people she visited were there for her, not the other way around. It didn’t matter; she still loved being adored and she lifted people’s spirits. She was also a great dog for rambunctious students; it took a lot to phase her.

And Denali, who turned 11 years old just before Thanksgiving, still got into trouble (she ate most of my pizza the night Logan died).

Denali was VERY independent, VERY smart and sometimes tough to live with. But she was a great hiking companion, a wonderful pet therapy dog (even if it was all about her) and she loved my husband and I. She was our first born (and only baby for 2 years before Logan came along). She was the princess (and was treated as such).

In some ways, Logan was the favorite - He was so sweet, laid back and cuddly like a teddy bear. But in others, Denali was the star. She was beautiful, graceful, and loved to give kisses.

We will truly miss them both.

Two days before Thanksgiving, Logan was stumbling a little. By Thanksgiving Day, he could barely walk or move on his own. An MRI showed nodules in his brain but we weren't sure whether it was cancer, a bacteria or a fungal infection. He didn't respond to initial treatment and it looked like terminal cancer was the likeliest candidate. Because his condition became so poor by Nov. 28 (he could barely move), we decided that it was time to let him go.

We, of course, do not want to remember him by his last days. We'd prefer to remember happier and funnier moments:
-the day in February 1998, when we brought him home from the shelter and had to roll the windows down because he stunk like pee and who knows what else. He'd just been neutered so we couldn't bathe him; 5 or so cans of the rinse-free soap helped make him tolerable.
-Logan running in the baseball field in Bridgewater with Denali and sometimes with my brother's dogs. He'd galumph after them and still seemed pretty fast for a dog who seemed to prefer the couch.
-Cuddling with him at night (I think I cuddled more with him than with my husband).
-Hearing him howl when we first got home as if to say, "Hey, where's my food?! Where have you been?"
-Taking him swimming or on hikes.
-How he'd sit in the car like a furry person.
-How he LOVED food and would do anything for it.
-Seeing him cuddle with Portia, our cat, and most recently, with our baby.
-Having him follow me everywhere and always come with me into our baby's room when I put her to bed.
-How he'd play bow to Denali and then run like hell when she chased him. He'd often scramble under the coffee table to get away.
-How he'd bury his whole face in the snow and "steal" clumps of snow (had to be untouched) while on a walk.
-The way he tilted his head when you talked to him.

He was a shelter dog who was tied to a tree by his last owners but for most of his life, he was spoiled by us. And we were spoiled by the love he gave to us.

He was our child, our companion, our Fat Boy (even after he lost weight), our Logi-Bear.

Logan we love you. Our house is so quiet without you.

Dakota was our first Siberian Husky, our sweet painted face Husky with a striking “lightning bolt” on the top of her head.. She had one brown and one blue eye. We rescued her from an abusive situation with a 7 year old boy, who hit her with a hockey stick. We brought her home, and the next day, had a stockade fence installed. When the fence was finished, we let her loose in the yard; she ran, ran and ran. I built her a dog house and she would love to run fast into it, we would be so surprised that she didn’t hit her head on the back of it!. Having a nice big yard, I decided to build a picnic table for us to entertain my kids but she took it over and proudly sat on top for hours. She dug one specific whole right under the largest tree in the yard and would curl up for hours in the shade, until her very own pool came then she would gingerly walk in it and drink from it. That is how she met Zacky- who we rescued from the New Haven Shelter just 2 days before being put down. He bounded into the yard saw her in the pool and promptly stomped his way in with her. Dakota, being a pedigree brat or Queen, just looked at him with disdain but never barked or yelped. One look from Dakota and you knew what she was thinking.

She loved bonies and would guard them for hours only then yelping at Zacky or Sailor if they came near them! At 4 PM every day for the past 2 years she would come out of the bedroom – her safe haven and “ nose “ or WOO you for her bonies... Her appetizer before dinner. Dinner was a calm experience with Dakota, unlike Zacky who pranced between people she laid under the table always knowing she would get people food eventually. She was refine and had manners

Dakota was with us when we moved to St. Maarten. Once the huskies did escape and off she went – always in the lead- We heard that she ran into one of the villas down the road whose door was open – got a drink of water and continued on. We know because the French lady whose house they decided to visit told us the one with the 2 eyes came in and then dashed off. Luckily a kind couple corralled them and called us and we got them back, however, in that climate it was quite a bit away from home.

Each dog and of course, each husky has its own personality. Dakota was a loner pretty much and at times aloof, but her gentle eyes and that gorgeous face could do you in.
Each night, I would lay down with her and do :”moonies”, say goodnight and give her a kiss. “ Moonies”, and she knew the word, was to rub the white area above her eyes. It calmed her and she loved it.

We knew since July she was failing and we believe the loss of Zacky- even if they didn’t interact so much in the last years made her grieve in her own way. Her legs and backend gave out in the end and she went peacefully on November 22, just 4 months after our nutty and loveable Zacky. Our original two huskies can never be replaced in our hearts and we are so grateful they came to us- we had 10 wonderful years. There will be other Siberians but Dakota and Zacky will always be cherished in our hearts.

Junebug, your work here is completed. Many canines have been and will continue to be saved because your influence on our lives changed us forever. We love you Junie. Your gorgeous presence will be enormously missed on Aileen Street and beyond, but you are now carefree, playing with sisters Hera and Pupsworth, as well as Sassy, Waggs, Dakota, Cisco, Tess, Kafall, Blue and many new friends. You are no longer in pain or discomfort and restored to your original beauty. We admire your stamina, love and grace in the face of an awful, consuming disease the course of which we could not change.

Your presence was so much bigger than life I always expected you to live forever, not just ten years. But Juno you will live in our hearts forever. Thank you for gracing our lives with your company and teaching us the lessons we needed to know. There will never be another one like you. Rest in peace our precious Red Girl, Junie Tune-tunes.

You have been a very big part of our family for the past 8 years and we very much miss you already.

Everyday we think about you. We miss you every much.12 years was not long enough time to spend with you. We had some good and crazy time with you. We will never ever forget the good and the bad times we had with you. You are now with Trinity on the othe side of the Rainbow Bridge.The family will always remember you for all that you meant to us. You will always in our thoughts for ever.

Tonya was truly a part of our family. A sweet and loving soul... Her kindness and beautiful personality will be missed as will the comfort and happiness she brought to us. Goodnight Girl, I Love You...

I can hardly sit here and write anything without tears. Too soon you were gone. We were not prepared for this. I don't have any words to say how I feel. Other than I had to let you go. It was my promise. I get to know you do live on in your kids & grandkids. I only wish there had been more time. Even 13 years wasn't enough time. For your sweet & gentle soul.

It was on the 27th day of July, in the year 2006 that Zacky went gently into the night across Rainbow Bridge. Almost 9 years to the day he literally “jumped” into our lives with gusto, but also with much gentleness. With his passing, he left a very large void in our hearts that can never be filled. There will never be an equal to Zacky, there may be others, but not a Zacky. He was a good guy, and I know that he is north of Rainbow Bridge, and when I make it there, I know he will be waiting for me at the gate, wagging his tail, waiting for his “bonies”.

He would carry his dish filled with food and place it where he wanted it and it had to rest on his left paw. He used to claw me when he wanted something, I would yell, but today I wish he was here to do it again, believe me, I would not yell.

Zacky was like many Huskies, stubborn, turn his back to you, “forget” his name at times, and in his younger days, love to run free. But unlike other Huskies, he would “dance” his left paw would go up and down till he was satisfied he was sitting straight and beautiful. Dinner was another highlight at our house. He would “dance and prance” between us and always nudge my wife or a female guest at the most inappropriate place and always on the left side. He loved “people” food Always gentle and never grabbing from our hands, until he learned to eat from a fork.

Yes, Zacky is gone, he now wears the Silver Harness, but he will never be forgotten, replaced, and no other will ever take the place of Zacky .

Why do the ones we love the most leave us so soon.

Sadly missed by his “”Mommy and Daddy”, Sailor, Dakota and Grandpa.

Sabre was my best friend. He was part of our lives for 13 years and 1 week. He made me laugh and was always a comfort to me. I miss him every day and still look for him when I come home from work. I know he isn't in pain any more, but that doesn't make me miss him any less! He was the best pet I have ever had. There will never be another Sabre. I am so thankful for the time he was with us. I still miss him but know he is in a better place and I will see him again some day. Thank you for letting me express myself and share his picture! -- Konnie.

Our hearts are heavier with your passing. But the night sky is brighter with your light. Run free beautiful Eve. Rest well, gentle soul.

In honor of our dear little girl Frankie that went to sleep for good a few weeks ago we ask you pray for all the homeless and unwanted and neglected huskies in the world.

Frankie you were our baby all through the 10 years we were blessed to have you in our life and we will miss you terribly. Thank you for all the wonderful memories.. we love you.

It has been a few year since Willie has crossed and I miss her every day. I would just like to have others know that she was here and loved.

Ayla potata as Rita calls you.

M-I-S-S-Y A-Y-L-A, Missy Ayla !!!!

From the moment you jumped out of your foster mom Rita’s car it was at though you jumped into our hearts. It was like you were meant to be in my life, in my family’s life. It was stated your life was not always a bed of roses, but I hope the months we spent together, you know how much you were loved. You asked for nothing more in return for your love other than our love and an occasional bisky. You were and always will be loved. You did indeed find your forever home that day within my heart, nan & paps’s hearts and almost everyone who met you.

Ayla was my buddy and my companion. From the first day she decided, this chick is okay and I’m going to own her now and live in a one dog house we did as much as we could together. We went to the Finger Lakes in NY twice last year. Once with the “girls” including her Bernese mtn dog friend, Teddy Bear and once with nan and pap. She loved to wade in the lake even though her mom couldn’t stand how cold it was. We sat next to a campfire roasting marshmallows and camping out. Visits to other lakes, to nan & pap’s for weekends and holidays and the visits to see grandma in the nursing home. The staff just fell in love with you as well as most of the residents. There was a line to see Ayla at every visit. And you, you just soaked the love in and rolled over for belly pets. Grandma didn’t remember the 2 legged visitors, but she always remembered Ayla was there to see her.

At times she served as a very fluffy pillow for my tears. Ayla, I told you this as I wished with my entire heart I could do something to save you, to bring you home with me, but you saved me. More than words can say or express you saved me. You were the one constant love and companion during the time of Aunt Laura’s illness. She loved you too girl. I remember when you first met her, I told you to be careful around Aunt Laura cause she was so frail and you looked and cocked your head as telling me “I know mom, it’s okay”. We went in and you went right to her and sat next to her wheelchair so calmly so she could reach you. Even on that day when you went to the rainbow bridge, your fluffy pillow caught my tears. Now as it thunders outside and the blue lightning cracks in the sky, there is no fluffy pillow to catch the tears as I think of how you would be right beside me during the storm.

And speaking of rain. Nan played dress up with you while mommy was away the one time and couldn’t take you along. Remember, I came home to find out it had down poured and to keep you dry she decked you out in a rain bonnet? And how Aunt Kathy and Homer the beagle came to meet you after the adoption and she commented on how much you and Homer looked alike as she picked up his ears? Oooh, no, that Beagle boy was not a dignified Husky.

I think about how rough your life started out, then how this group of individuals saved you and took you in, the shaved pictures of you and how caring Rita was with you and how she was there to support both of us afterwards to the end. I thank the Lord for everyone who got you to me, I thank Him for every second we were able to spend together. It was just too short, but I would not trade it for anything in the world. Not even after the heart ache of losing you so suddenly.

Pumpkin pie will never be the same as the thought of how you scarfed that one intended for Aunt Denise right off the counter while I was still in training.

You were my first, my girl, my fuzzy butt blue eyed brown eyed girl. There may be others, but you are and always will be my Missy Ayla. My girl. Take care my lovey, chase those s-q-u-i-double r-e-l-es to your heart’s content until we see each other again and belly rubs and face caresses will abound, my husky faced girl. --Michele