Ice

Ice, a Siberian Husky, died due to a poisonous toad on our yard where she unknowingly bit one. She has always been an adventurous and brave girl. My parents would always joke that she's probably a wolf with her killer-like instincts and hyper energy. The house used to be filled with her fur that our lint roller would always be out. Now, our house is quieter, and I'd feel emotional whenever I'd surprisingly see her fur around the house or even on my clothes. I'm sorry for not being able to save you sooner my love. I still wake up wishing you were outside my door, scratching, to wake me up. But I know that you're up there along with your friends around you here, playing endlessly with an infinite amount of bones. I love you so much.