This is Tok
Here he is, the dog of my life. I brag about him as often as I can because he was the greatest success, and the best dog, I've ever had. Now that he's gone it makes me want to talk about him all the time, it just makes me feel better I guess.

This is Tikaani, Tok in the middle, And Teekan on the end, while on and island in Maine.
I had been 4 years without a dog and it was killing me. I went to many shelters while living in Alaska to find a pupper to call my own. None of the dogs I met really "clicked", and I was about to take any old one just to have one. Then I found a homemade sign at one of the shelters about a dog. It said he was a part wolf who needed a home right away or he'd have to be destroyed. I called the number and went to meet him.
Maybe just seeing how he lived was enough to make me want to save him, he was matted, filthy, tied to a tree living on his own frozen filth. He had a dog house, but in -40 degree weather it didn't seem enough. He was about 5, and I was told his "companion" froze to death a year before. They were afraid of him, so if he didn't find a home before the deep freeze set in, they planned to shoot him. I gave the woman $50 to feed him and keep him until I got a fence put up. When he came up and put his head in my lap, I was sold.
He'd never been in a car, never saw concrete, carpet, or the vet. If I carried any objects near him he'd cower. His collar was imbedded, and he was grossly underweight. I thought I'd gotten myself into trouble. What do you do with a dog who's afraid of his water dish?
But Tok surprised me, I took it slow, intruduced him to things by laying objects on the floor and letting him get used to them at his own pace. Soon he was my best friend, walked everywhere with me, rode in the car all the time, we backpacked all over Pa. He was the most gentle animal ever, and even protected me when a stranger came at me while on vacation. He slept curled up in bed with me, and he loved to lick my face.
He came from nothing, someone's garbage, and turned into everything, he became my treasure. At about 9 years old he was diagnosed with Degenerative Myelopathy, but he stayed strong and steady. Last month his stomach twisted, and we had to let him go. He said goodbye, I knew by the way he "hugged" me.
We miss him, but it helps to know he didn't die all those years ago on the cold mud with a bullet. He got to live a good life, and got to leave this earth with good memories and someone to miss him.
Jen and pack
For Tok, I will always remember the happier days when you howled and played as one of our pack. You will never be forgotten, and you can never be replaced. God has a special place for special creatures, and that is where we will meet again. Forever in our hearts, love always, your family.
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