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Date: 8/22/00
Time: 1:00:04 PM
Remote Name: 205.188.197.51
The loss of a dog is a disconcerting loss, not only heartbreaking, but unnerving. She relied on me for everything and I was always there...water in the hot sun, cool shade, lots of cedar or straw for a soft bed, good food, and treats...and lots and lots of love in the form of kisses and hugs and words. I always made certain her ears were protected from the biting flies, and her feet were booted if that was needed. I rubbed her, scratched her, cuddled with her. Maybe I express myself here because this is a place where my loss will be understood. We ran the morning she died. I ran beside her when she got tired, encouraging her like I have done before, to challenge her drive and to challenge my own. It was too much or too soon...she must have had a bad heart, or it became too warm. I knew she was tired for she couldn't keep up with the rest of her comrades, so we let her off the line. I went back and retrieved her out of the cool grass and she was thankful for the ride home on the wheeler. We sat together, her and I and a bucket of cold fresh water...I said I was sorry for pushing her a bit too hard. She put her head on my leg, cuddled, and let me scratch her and rub her good. I went to get ready for work and she laid back down and died. We buried her under a big shady tree in the woods, where lots of squirrels will run and deer will pass by. Her name was Kongiganak. And as sorry as it is, this small message and little marker in the woods are my tributes to her. Thanks, Kong, for being my buddy.