You're one of the first bloggers I ever reached out and offered books to. I was such an online novice, I spent days aimlessly wandering the net, just seeing what I might stumble across.
In the beginning, I had trouble keeping everyone straight (URL's, blog names, pseudonyms, and backgrounds), but I always remembered you as the 'dog lady'. My boss raised her eyebrow at your blog name, probably thinking you had gone the way of celebrities and chosen the name for a child. I explained your story to her.
Knowing you and Caribou through this medium was my first taste of the work I would later take on. It was then that I knew I wanted to foster my new online relationships. I loved reading about Caribou's adoption as a young pup, runt, and defiant, blanket shredder. I followed along through the story of how Caribou brought you to the man who would become your husband, and her training to become a certified search and rescue dog.
Then Caribou got sick. Our little furbabies aging quicker than the years passing on the calendar. And I find myself writing a condolence post in her honor.
Caribou: your future adventures must now be imagined, but your past ones will never be forgotten.
Caribou's story is here.