The Princess

She was very small once, fitting into my open hand with her tiny little paws and curly tail. People would ask what kind of an animal she was, a gerbil, a cat? No, a "wooly coated" Siberian Husky. Her name, Willow...and in full coat, she was a truly beautiful "Princess"...at least she thought so. Even at 12 years of age, (rather old for a dog) she strutted and ran and ruled the house and kennel. Her breath could remove paint. She hated having her bum and tail brushed out... but we loved her. During storms she would shake and cower, constantly demanding that you pet her, or at least have an arm over her to protect her from the noise and fury of nature. As if I could...then one day, Willow vanished. My sweet little girl was not there to greet me with her merry dance, and sparkling amber eyes. Searching for her helped keep hope alive...that she would be found, somewhere or somehow we would see her again. It was not to be. I am still encouraged that we did not find her body, that someone has her and is loving her and taking care of her. I notified the animal shelters, put up posters, and let the area vetinarians know that she is missing...we've been scanning the papers for found dogs...but if someone intentionally took her (and she would get in a car with anyone...very friendly little lady that she was/is) I suppose that will lead to a dead end too. We still listen for her bark to be let in, still expect to see her running across the yard...miracles can happen I suppose. My only hope is that she is well and happy, where ever she is. We miss you Willers...and we haven't given up trying to find you.