One of the hard things about owing dogs is that they live so much shorter than we do. Sisco was in the last litter born in my kennel on May 28th 2002. His father was Bass, my all time best leader, and his mother was Kira, my best small girl who is now living with Bonnie. Sisco was part of the team as I transitioned from recreation to Iditarod. He has run every race I've ever run. A strong honest wheel / team dog. He was a good companion, a true friend, and an honest dog.
Just before the 2009 Iditarod he came down with an auto-immune disease in his eyes. We got it under control, thanks to a great vet, and he finished that race with me (his second finish). Today, after a week long bout with increasing nausea and declining health, he was diagnosed with organ failure with no real chance of recovery. I had him put down at 12:30 Friday 10/16/09. I already miss him.
May he rest in God's peace.
Eric
3 comments:
I'm sorry for the loss of your Sisco. Our furkids bring such joy to our lives. It's a shame they aren't able to spend a lot of years with us.
I'm sorry for the loss of your friend, Eric. One of the things I'm not looking forward to when I get my own kennel. Saying goodbye to one dog every 5-10 years is hard enough.
Well said! My heart goes out to you. New lurker here. Love the blog. Brings back memories. I'll be back.
Terry
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