... is gone. I got Sakari a year ago in February from Kikino where her and her sister were going to be shot. She was about three months old and when I went to get her she and her sis were running loose on unfenced property. When I finally caught her I picked her up and she spun around and licked my face. I knew immediately that would be the sibling that I took home. We took them both of course and rehomed her sister. I knew that her and Nanook were going to be good friends and wanted to give her a name that went hand in hand with Nanook's. We ended up naming her Sakari which means "sweet" in Inuktituk. Nanook's name means cute or kind. And they were good friends. Nanook took Sakari under her wing the moment she saw her. Nanook has the energy of a puppy and Sakari was finally a good play date. They were always together. Sakari would try to drag Nanook around the house by her scruff and Nanook never got tired of it. Never scolded her. Sakari grew quickly and ended up being almost the exact same height, weight and build as Nanook. She also loved her big brother Maverick and would often go belly up for a grooming or lick his mouth. She loved to run under his belly while he was standing and even fully grown she still could do it with some effort. She was a good girl. Very loving and attentive. She was cheeky and her bad quirks were that she was a great escape artist. I thought about changing her name to houdini. I've seen her clear fences that were almost 7 ft high without even touching the top. As she grew into an adult she started to show just what a good girl she was. She gave me some great memories and one of my favourites are of her and Nanook playing at the lake less than two months ago. I was almost nine months pregnant and went to read my book in the car while they played. they chased each other up and down the lakeshore but never got out of ear shot and would always come stick their nose in the window to see how I was doing. Around the same time I took her to a different beach. She loved exploring the beach and after we went for a walk up a trail. I was too large to move very quickly and she compensated for my lack of speed even though she was very excited by the new terrain. There was a staircase to start the trail and on the way back she wanted to run down taking the steps three at a time. I couldn't keep up and told her to wait for mommy. And she did. She would take one step, stop and look at me, another step and then she'd wait. She was so sweet. My favourite thing that Sakari did was when I'd invite her in bed. All my other dogs would curl up and fart in my face or just not lay how I wanted. She'd hop up and slide right up my body so her head was nestled under my chin and her spine was pressed up against my body. I'd give her belly rubs and she would give me the biggest smile. I loved that little girl and hated to give up on her when she got sick. It breaks my heart that I couldn't help her and leading her to her death is probably one of the worst things I've done. Emotionally. My head knows it was the right thing to do. But I get a lot of comfort from how she died. My vet and his wife did more than I ever expected. After spending a week with her at their clinic they loved her too. Everyone did. They thought she was a wonderful girl and before they put her down the vet said "You are such a good girl Sakari. I don't know why these things have to happen to such a good girl like you." And the vet's wife started to cry and I was crying the whole time and they put the needle in her leg and his wife said "God bless" and the vet said "God bless. You're a good girl Sakari." And we all held her while she passed. And getting that kind of respect from them made the whole situation so much easier. There isn't much more to say then that. You were a good girl Sakari and I loved you.