What can I say that hasn’t been said. My sadness is sadness.
Sharing the lives and passing of dogs that aren’t my dogs, but for whom I’ve felt a kinship with from the moment I heard about the Whistler sled dog massacre and met my first retired sled dog.
They were survivors of a tough industry. Survivors of a massacre. Survivors.
Question has left her mark of goodness. Her mark of silliness. Her mark of solidity.
Looking back over the last three years I sort of feel like I took her for granted when I was with the sleddie gang… she didn’t have a lot of the fears that some of the other dogs had - in fact, she loved to give kisses and snuggle up to you. If you didn’t know where she was, you could find her at the foot of the treat human. She made friends with all the foster dogs who came through her home over the last couple years and showed them all the ropes - also showing them how much they can get away with until the human steps in.
After retirement she was adopted into two different homes and left both.
She then found a home with my dear friend Deb and never left… until Wednesday.
Question has left her mark on me.
The first image is of Question coming into care in Victoria, July 23, 2013. The rest are in no particular order.
*Please click HERE for 'three minutes with Question' -- Question's view of a recent retired sled dog reunion while she wore a Go-Pro!
*For more retired sled dog photos, please see HERE