My Boys
by Pat Edquist.........................................
Butcher and Booser were Siberian Husky brothers together from birth. We moved to the country, in part, to give them more room to run. Unfortunately, they dug out of their pen one day and Butcher did not come home when he was called. I harnessed Booser to look for him but, although we probably covered five miles or more, never found him. Booser howled for several nights, calling for his brother. I cried along with him. We were told that someone had seen a Siberian in a ditch about a week later, presumably hit by a car, but we were never able to find his body. He soon brought Booser into the house. He was a joy - woke me in the morning and helped me feed the horses. We also took long walks in the field so that he could stretch his legs chasing rabbits. He never caught them - I think he just loved the chase. He became ill in May of 2006 and quit eating and drinking. I took him into the vets but after 4 days, all they could find was a tender abnomine. He was eating and drinking again so we took him home. He seemed to be fine but after a few weeks, I noticed that it was getting harder and harder for him to walk up and down the steps from the deck. I had decided that I would call the vet and see about bringing him in again. Unfortunately, I waited to long. I received a call from my husband as I was caming home from work on July 20 telling me that he was gone. At first I thought he had gotten out of the house and had run. But then he explained that he had died. I raced the rest of the way home to find him in the front room in what appeared to be a very restful sleep. He must have gone quickly and quietly because there was no sign of struggle. I cried and begged him to wake up but it was not to be. We were able to bury him between two trees on our property that he loved laying between to get out of the sun. My only comfort is that he and his brother, Butcher, are once again together playing and running just North of the Rainbow Bridge where all Siberian's wait for their human companions. Butcher was only 4 1/2 and Booser was 6 1/2. Although I had them for a short time, I will never forget either of them.
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