It was March 21, 2012 when I first met Ash. He had arrived the day before and was getting his bearings. It was a big change from life on the mountain. At the shelter he was being kennelled with Comet, a pretty relaxed sleddie who was very generous with his affection.
Ash had these deep golden eyes that drew you in. His coat was a beautiful brown, almost brindley and he had those long sleddie legs. He was one to put his paw on you for treats, attention or maybe just comfort when he was unsure.
It would be about a year and a half before I saw him again, September 2013, at our first reunion. He'd been adopted by an amazing human who was working to help ease his anxieties, someone who didn't return him when he tore apart the inside of her car when he was left in there for a short time.
She loved him.
As a Whistler sled dog cull survivor, Ash's second chapter as a beloved family member was pretty awesome. He came to reunions and hung out with some of his old buddies and in 2017 he participated in I Was A Sled Dog and showed off his posing skills as well as his extra cute "paw + cute look = treats from human" look.
The last few years he shared his life with a tri-pawed brother and Ash got to show him the ropes. He was a very good big brother.
I'm so grateful that Jen and Ash found each other.
Rest in peace and love sweet Ashy.