My Loki leaves today to cross the bridge and reach for the star. He is an Alaskan Malamute, born January 1,1986. His rear legs have given out after he had so many problems with licking the fur and having them wrapped to keep from licking.

I will miss the dancing eyes, the mischievious look that begs for the last lick of any dish, the paw that announces he is being ignored, the furry coat that loved to lay in the snow on his back, and the furious digging "to China" to make his bed 'just right' like his ancestors, the wolves.

Farewell, my woofy dog, my heart is broken today


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