Tasha was the light of my
She was a strong alpha, yet so
gentle with almost everything (except squirrels). She would sit ever so
still, hugging the tree trunk with her snout upraised, and silently wait
for an unsuspecting squirrel to scamper down. True to her Siberian Husky
heritage, she reveled in the snow. A Nor'easter with gale force winds was
her idea of quality yard time. She was diabetic for over 2 years, and this
made us even closer and more in-tune with each other. She lost her sight
from retinal degeneration for her last year.
hope that I can follow her example and gracefully accept the changes of
age, never letting the glass be half-empty, but always half-full. She was
born on 11/2/89. She was 11 when an unknown illness eventually led to
pneumonia and her passing to the Bridge on 1/29/01. I know in the very
essence of my being that we will be together again. Until then, we both
will live in each other's hearts and souls.