While difficult for me to remember, there was a time where I had never heard of the Alaskan malamute. Little did I know what impact this magnificent creature would have on my life. Like the moons gravitational attraction on the sea - I was keenly awaree of a tidal-like exertion pulling at my heart. When I finally looked into those little dark brown eyes - I knew I had found the keeper of my soul.
Her name was Nuna – born Juneau´s Black Raven. Our journey together began October 31 2004 – and it was the beginning of my first great love with this breed.
She was the only seal girl in the litter and the day the mail with pictures of the pups a few days old came – I just pointed at her picture and told my husband “that ´s the one”. And she truly was the one.
Even she had a sort of quiet presence –she was the glue that keept it all together. Her calm and confident nature was a great learning example for our younger dogs and pups – she inherited the famous Williwaw LOO-Look – one look and the fuzz stops. But then sometimes the clown came out and she could be a really silly girl. That is why we loved her so much. We could always trust her to be a good team member – she never let us down one single time – she was though and clever – never complaining always very independent – sometimes so independent that we had to work a little hard to convince her to want our affection.
She never did fancy the showring or the sledding – she would do it because we asked her too – but she didnt shine. But if we toke her to the forrestt – she showed her true colors...hunting was her really big thing – and she was quite good at it too. She would never ever starve in the nature. In the spring 2011 we got the first sign of a dreadfull disease that in the end would steal her away from us – much too soon. Autoimune disorder – first it attacked her joints – but we fought back and it seemed we did manage to scare it of for a while – but it came back only much more insidious than before – now it atacked her red blood cells – and we did not win this time. We lost our battle february 10 2012.
I have feared this day since I had her in my arms the first time – the fear of coming home and not being greeted by her happy woo woo woos – how can live ever be the same? It simply cannot – because she is no longer here – I only hope my broken heart will mend in time – remembering not the days we didn’t get – but all the times and smiles this beautyful girl brought in to our lives.
Run free my beatufyl girl – I am forever grateful for your presence in our lives.
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