Remington was dying. Had always wanted to take him up to Crystalwood, to run and swim and explore. Preferred summer, but this was our last chance. He enjoyed it there. Wore out all the dogs. A beautiful setting in which to bond. Two weeks later, Rem was gone.
Photos
Shasta. The lodge. Exhausted dogs. Golden eagle perched in tree; bald eagle overhead on a canoe ride.
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