Chess is not my first husky. When I was about 4 or 5, my Chow died I was devestated. My dad and I were about to move to Washington so he promised me a husky puppy once we got there since I was in love with my uncle's mally. The Christmas after my 6th birthday, I opened all of my presents then my dad told me that I had a present still in his car that he couldn't wrap so he went outside then opened the front door back up to show me the fluffiest puppy that I'd ever seen. Kinnuq (meaning punk or problem child) was a siberian husky who lived up to his name and my best friend growing up. We moved onto a boat about a year later and he quickly became my laundry buddy and sled dog. When I'd go to do laundry, I'd load up the dock cart, tie him to it, then give it a push and he'd run. He also pulled me on my roller blades around town and pulled my sled when we went into the mountains. He was known all over town and could go into almost any shop or bakery and get a treat of some sort.
As he got older, he started having the hip problems and arthritis so my dad gave him to a friend who had other dogs. Sadly, after a few years, Kinnuq ended up being in so much pain that he had to be put down. I miss him every day but I know that he's not hurting any more. He's probably running through snow, trying to avoid getting in water, and waiting for the day that he gets to greet me with kisses like he did every day when I came home from school.

aw I'm sure he is