Growing up within a pack of huskies has been probably the most special thing in my life. That as an adult im coming to have a great appreciation for as it has shaped a lot of my ways of living in a enjoyable way. As a kid and to this day I have always confided in my huskies and spoke with them to learn and grow and heal. When my emotional needs could not be met in my human relationships I was always supported by my huskies. I remember as a kid often running down to the dog yard in tears calling meeshaas name and her greeting me to the biggest most protective hug I would hold her and cry and cry and cry and she would listen and hold me with so much care then eventually she would lick all my tears I would stare at her and let her clean my face till I recovered enough strength to smile I would say thank you meeshaa thank you. And then I would gather enough strength and confidence with her through talking everything out to confront the things I needed to among the humans. My huskies have always been there in all spectrums of my emotional needs from playing, to exercising to finding structure and routine to tuning into my inate and wild and primal senses. One of the first deaths we experienced among the pack was Yukon he passed peacefully from old age at around 13 years old. I’m noticing among the huskies this is natural to have a natural death whereas most humans seem to be a very tragic death. We rescued Yukon and Chase at the same time and they were neighbours in the dog yard. When Yukon passed we put him in a sleigh and decided to bring him down to snow shoe lake where he could rest peacefully among the other Algonquin wolves at a lake he enjoyed. Chase pulled Yukon on the sleigh and my mom and I walked behind them. We walked quietly the whole trail watching chase and Yukon. Every couple minutes chase would check on Yukon go back and nibble at his ears and push at his throat to see if he was alive and I think he did this lots to help process the death. When we got to the lake we found a nice spot under some big trees and placed Yukon there then to our surprise chase took over and began to barry Yukon he checked him one last time then began to kick the dirt up onto his body and did a full circle around him till his body was covered with dirt. Mom and I stood back and watched and cried in silent tears and let chase Barry his friend. After Yukon was fully covered chase marked the territory all around him peeing to protect and keep Yukon safe in his next transitions. To this day this story brings me to tears it was truly one of the most beautiful things I’ve witnessed seeing the deep care and love chase knew how to take care of Yukon in this time and he teached us this lesson in trusting our abilities and our inate knowings. That when death hits we know what to do that returning to the earth is our home that we will become the dirt and live on through all its growth. That we can mourn and be at the same time. Thank you chase and Yukon for your love and teachings. My huskies have helped me learn to process and accept death in many ways. And they have been there through all the rebirth stages as well.