Goodbye ol' friend, your howl carries on the wind the malamute song of freedom and peace, your eyes gently squinted as you drank up the wind in your face. Your haunt lays silent and the emptiness of your loss weighs heavy on this cold rainy morn, good luck ol' boy.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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