This story is for my dog, Tips who died 3 years ago On November 3. He was a Siberian husky and Malamute he was also half wolf. A car, hit and run, killed him, I watched him as he died so this story means a lot to me.

This is written in the eyes of another.

We had a bit of a rocky start, him and I. He looked at me as an interloper at first, someone intruding into his family and into his territory.

We argued occasionally. We tussled - especially when I would sit on 'his' couch, with 'his' family, watching 'his' programs on TV. But eventually he seemed to except me. I hope, eventually, that he liked me. I certainly came to love him. A lot.

I liked the way he'd come up and treat me with a certain look that said "Oh you're here again. Fine. Just remember that I was here first." Fine I would say in reply and in manner. We both have our places. We'll respect that and co-exist. You have you place and I am trying to figure out mine. That seemed okay with him.

Somehow, at some time, he would actually come up to me and nuzzle me as if to say: "Hi. Back again. Nice to see you. Can I have a pet?" I swear I would see a smile on his face. I know there was one on mine.

I've been friends with a lot of animals. Some were pets. Some were real friends. Tips was more. He was a part of the family, like one of the kids. He was treated as such. I think much of the initial arguments he and I had were in my inability to realize this. At first, I considered him a pet. He - and I - changed when I came to accept that he was part of the family. A big part of your family. One of the kids. The baby. He knew I'd come to realize this, somehow. He knew his true place better then I. I came to accept that.

I will miss him I will honour him I will remember him and all the good this he did.

This is dedicated to my dog, Tips who was much, much more then a pet, he was family. He linked us all together. I miss him with all my heart, and wish that one day he would come back to me, in some way, and say hi.

Queen of the Storms