This is my Jordan. My son bought her when she was returned to the breeder. The original owner didn’t know how to handle her. Anyone who has ever had a Siberian husky knows they like to be in control and they have very strong personalities. At the same time they can be the kindest and gentlest dogs of their size.
I had her for 15 and a half years. I had to put her down last July as she was getting too old and could barely get up and down.
On the day that I had to take her in, it was a very strange day. I called the vet in the morning and made the appointment for the afternoon of the 31st of July. I spent most of the morning with her in the back yard, petting and hugging her, and fighting back tears.
I had to leave her for a short while to run some errands, in my daze I left the back gate open. She never even tried to leave her yard that day. When I returned from the store I left the garage door open a couple of feet so that I would not trap the heat in. I went upstairs and looked out the window…there she was prancing across the backyard in a moment that reminded me of her younger days. I had a short flicker of hope. I could feel the sadness overwhelming me for what I knew I had to do later that day. I lay in my bed and cried. I think about an hour had passed and I knew it was time to go. I looked outside and did not see her. I wasn’t too worried though because I knew she could no longer get down the steps to the front of the house. I decided to pull my car out of the garage so that it would be easier when I carried her down from the back yard. When I walked into the garage…there she was,lying next to my car. She looked up at me…lovingly, unafraid. I later decided the angels must have carried her to the garage. I put her leash on her collar and lifted her into the car.
When we went into the vet’s office she went willingly, something she didn’t usually do. Usually she would pull back as hard as she could as if to say, “Uh-uh you’re not getting me to go in there!” But not this time.
When I put her on the table I held her in my arms and buried my face in her neck and cried. Wishing this was not happening, wishing we could walk out of there together and go hiking up a mountain like we had so many times before. And now it is almost a year later and I still miss my girl and I still cry.
I took this photo about a year before she went to heaven.