It was a quality of life decision, said my female human. Poor Timber had lost the mobility in his legs, and the pain was moving from limb to limb, and he was getting pressure sores. It was time to free my dear Alaskan Husky friend from constant pain. He didn't even get to eat his birthday cake. We will have a Life Celebration in a few days to think of Timber and what he meant to this home. Timber was always sweet, happy and a bit of a silly carefree guy. He loved the young humans and enjoyed playing in the yard with them. I'm sure he has reunited with his Alaskan Husky family at the Rainbow Bridge: Yukon, Cheyenne, Inca (all three were lead dogs) and his twin, Turbo, who passed away this January.
This is a photo of Timber last year at the age of 13, running for the sheer love of it. He was quick and agile, a natural athlete that revealed generations of many superb Alaskan Huskies before him, dogs of George Attla, Roxy Wright-Champaign and other famous mushers. Alaskan Huskies may not have a registry but they definitely have pedigrees.
July 28, 1994 - July 29, 2008
We will miss you, sweet Alaskan boy.