So, it is with unbearable sadness that I announce the passing of my beloved dog Becky. Out of 4 dogs I took to Alaska, she was the only one who made it. She circled a brown bear. She swam in the ocean. She (unwittingly on my part) rode on the bumper of a truck for over 20 miles down a highway because she would not be left behind on a car ride. She died suddenly on September 11, 2013. It looks like she was poisoned somehow. She and I had many grand adventures together in the Alaskan wilderness. Her death makes Alaska feel even further away. The last few days have been filled with tears and heartache. I am having her cremated and taking her home. I will spread her ashes on Tustumena Lake. There is nothing else to say. She loved me and I loved her. I miss you Becky.
Once again, I quote the closing of Graham Vest. "The best friend man has in the world may turn against him and become his worst enemy. His son, or his daughter, that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and good name may become traitors to their faith. The money a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our head.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only to be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wing, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune dries his master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege that that of accompanying him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when that last scene comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there, by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful, and true, even in death."