I can't believe that I am writing this, but there is no denying it's true. At 3:00 this afternoon, we were forced to make the heartbreaking decision to send Hoodoo across the Bridge. Well, really there was no other choice. I'd have taken it if there were.

Hoodoo had been off for a couple weeks--just not himself. He was being treated for some minor back problems. THis morning at about 2am he let out an awful yelp and I gave him some Metacam--like I always did! This morning he was breathing funny, lethargic and glassy eyed. He had been getting worse all day and at about 2, he went completely limp. My vet says he suffered a stroke. He felt no pain and left this world surrounded by the two people who love him most. His crossing was gentle, quiet and peaceful. I imagine down the road I'll find some comfort in that. It's not helping much right now.

Hoodoo was a four and a half year old, bi-eyed siberian husky. He was littermate to my Earle and sired by my Muskwa. He was also the very first dog we ever rescued. He came back to us at nine months old--untrained and out of control. He turned into one of the smartest, sweetest, most wonderful dogs I've ever known. Hoodoo was a gentle soul who loved dogs, cats, kids, people. He never met a stranger, only new friends.

I can't believe I'll never see his goofy grin, his beautiful eyes, the silly way he bounced by the fence. This place will never be the same. He has left a huge hole. Amazing how even home as filled with critters as mine is, can feel so empty when one is gone.

Goodbye, my beautiful boy. I'll love you forever.