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Originally Posted by Angry
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About 15 years ago, my family had 2 huskies, Jared and Kia. As all huskies, they loved to run, be in the wild and just plain run away from you if your not paying close attention. Jared would hide behind a tree, with his head peeking out from one side of the tree and his tail stickiing out from the other side of the tree trying to hide from you when you would be calling them to come in. A very smart dog to know to hide even though it was funny as hell b/c you could see him behind the tree. Hed even put his head down trying to be covert. Kia was just a bitch, she would run from you right in front of your face.
On the morning of my older brothers wedding, an out-of-town relative opened the door to our home and the dogs ran out and into the woods like they've done a hundred times before. Since it was the wedding day, no one could go look for them. The next morning they still hadnt come home. My mom went in one car, I went in another and we looked in the usual places.
After a few hours my mom comes home trying not to cry. She said she found the dogs, Kia had been hit by a car and she crawled to an open field and died. My mom said when she found them, Jared was right by Kia's side.
When Jared was old and dying, I moved back home from San Diego to be with him for his last few months. The night before Jared passed away, I spent the night sleeping next to him on my parents kitchen floor. I woke up to him dead, getting pretty stiff with his tongue hanging out. I closed his eyes, put him in a big plastic bin and buried him in our backyard next to Kia.
Hemmingway says it best, "after all my life experiences Ive learned one thing, life goes on.". on something like that.