No matter how many times you go through it, the death of a beloved pet never fails to rip out your heart. My mom and brother got the news tonight that their dog (originally John’s but living with my mom for nearly 2 years after he moved to Germany) died last night at the kennel in Michigan. She was nearly 11, a beautiful rust and white husky with pale blue eyes and a smartass attitude. Akela, you’ll be sorely missed by our family.
