One of the most defining moments of my life came when I was 11 years old. I had been saving to buy my own dog. I was lucky enough to acquire an adorable, ornery, blue-eyed, people hating puppy. I named him Granite after a husky in a book that I had read. For the next 14 years he would be my constant companion, adventure buddy, occasional protector, and always my best friend. He was a one person dog; disliked humans as a rule. I always told him that I didn’t blame him for his hate, because I didn’t like people either. We made the perfect pair growing up together; if i do say so myself…Just a couple of ornery, occasionally violent introverts adventuring our way through life. He was still out hiking every hike with me, even at nearly 14 years old; 20 miles hikes, overnight backpacking trips, summiting Mountains. His will to live and desire to push through was unrivaled by anything else I have ever seen. Sure, as he got older our adventures took a bit longer, but with a little help we conquered them all.
I lost my baby boy; Granite, to cancer this past March and not one day goes by that I don’t miss him. Thank you for being the best friend a girl could have while growing up in the mountains.