Sweet Boy

McCloud
Just a few short months ago, on April 25, 2025, I said goodbye to my 12 year old husky hybrid, McCloud. He was 12 years, 4 months, and 17 days to be exact. The thing about it is... it's not getting easier. I have constant flashbacks to that day, to his last few days and those final moments. I still cry when I think about it and him. I want nothing more than to hold him again, bury my face in his neck and just stay like that. It's really not fair how we get these animals to bring light and comfort and friendship into our lives, and then it's all gone in a matter of a few moments. McCloud was my pride and joy. He got the craziest zoomies, he was very intuitive, and I'll never forget our howls together when I could tell he had something to say. His favorite treat of all was (you guessed it) steak. Other than human treats like steak or chicken, he never was a fan of them. He wasn't food motivated I guess I could say. He was, however, a lover. Once McCloud accepted you into the pack, you were part of his life forever. Only few people ever had that privilege. I know now that above all, McCloud was my protector. He made me feel safer being home alone or going out on walks at night. Even to people who had made it into the pack, when it came to me he wasn't playing around. It used to drive me nuts how he'd follow me everywhere. I'd go grab a snack from the fridge and look down, there's McCloud. Or to the bathroom. Or bed. That boy was with me everywhere. When he was younger we'd go to the dog park and he would play his little heart out. The other huskies there had a serious infatuation with the water buckets, but not McCloud. He was either off in his own little world or right by my feet. He was so obedient and very intuitive. He knew when I was off, sad, or even when I just had a bad day and was stressed. He'd come lay with me, put his big head on my chest and we'd watch tv or even share my dinner. 

I could go on and on about McCloud but I think this is enough for today. Maybe more at a later time. For now, please enjoy the small photo gallery of him throughout the years and leave me a comment with your furry companions name. They aren't with us long, but they sure do know how to leave lasting impressions on our hearts. ♥









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