July 24th 2006 1:05 pm
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Born – April 21, 1991
Died – June 26, 2006
Devlyn crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge a few weeks ago and is running free now with no arthritis, no joint destruction, no gum disease, no nerve pain and no bladder issues. Our little Devlyn can hear again and doesn’t have to squint. Devlyn’s battered old heart is young again. He is just running and playing, he has probably seen his great uncle also named Devlyn and has told him all about this amazing chicken curry he ate with this wonderful and amazing mother. “She would serve me first and then her kids…she really loved me.” He loved her too. Devlyn was a great dog….
As some of you know, Devlyn spent his final year with Auntie Ruth Hubley, a truly fantastic woman who gave Devlyn everything she had. Devlyn was lucky enough to join Ruth at her house on Head Lake near Norland (northeast of Orillia). Upon arriving at the Hubley Farm, a vet said that with Devlyn’s heart, he would be lucky to make it through the summer. But with Ruth’s love and devotion, Devlyn not only survived the summer, he also enjoyed one last fall, winter and spring in God’s country. In the end, too many of his systems failed him and the pain and discomfort was too much to bear. Devlyn was put to sleep on Monday June 26, 2006 by Ruth’s daughter Marilyn, who loves huskies more than anyone. Marilyn has rescued or helped rescue countless Siberians, giving them shelter, food and tons of TLC. She currently houses seven dogs. Marilyn sat with and comforted Devlyn through the process and made sure Devlyn knew how loved he was. Marilyn was gracious enough to bury Devlyn in a grove of trees in front of her house in Kinmount, Ontario. Devlyn was laid to rest to a serenade of howls and cries from his husky mates.
I am happy I said good-bye – good-bye last time I visited. We all knew time was up. I remember fondly bringing Devlyn home from New Hampshire in June of 1991, he had a pink curler in his ear (to straighten it out) and from the minute I saw him I knew he was something special. He was small and very cuddly and was very interested in showing us how well he could sleep. My brother and I knew he would fit right into the Sankar family. My mom didn’t immediately take to Devlyn and he was assigned to stay in the basement. When Esther would put the clothes on the line, Devlyn would jump and walk with her and always knew how to make her laugh. Half way through the summer, Devlyn was allowed upstairs and by the end of the summer, Devlyn had captured a mom.
Devlyn was not much into doing tricks and would have a made a terrible watchdog. If you asked him to come in at night, he would play a huge game with you, knocking on the door, but never quite wanting to come inside. Except when he was a puppy, Devlyn didn’t care much for dog biscuits, but always loved cheese. Devlyn would eat his dog food, but always waited to see what people food was being served prior to finishing his bowl of kibble. Usually, he had more than enough of our pizza, hamburgers, steaks, various East Indian dishes or whatever to keep him satisfied.
When Devlyn was just over 2½ years old in September of 1993, I took off for Vancouver with the plan of bringing him out as soon as I could. By winter break, I had secured a place, warned the roommates and was ready to drive him to his new home. When the time came to return to Vancouver with my dog, a funny thing happened - my mom didn’t want him to go. Stuck on what to do, I asked Devlyn his thoughts on the matter. He thought of the endless pieces of cheese, he thought of the mince meat and he thought of the chicken curry every Friday night and he said, “I’m staying with the lady, see you when you visit”. How could I argue?
Devlyn and my mom spent another decade (plus) together. Esther, with the help of my brother Levi made sure he was well-walked, well-fed and beyond loved. They shared many laughs together and were quite simply, good for each other. I would return to the scene from time to time and knew Devlyn was a very happy and spoiled dog. I returned for good in 2001 and was nearby for Devlyn’s golden years. Even though his arthritis had frequent flares and even with his losing a step, Devlyn never said no to walk, and watched many a good sporting event or movie with us with a cursory amount of interest. He will be truly missed and anytime I see a Siberian Husky, I will think of Devlyn and feel good things.
Devlyn didn’t want to go and died happy. We will all miss him and his howls and habits and his great doggy smile and clear blue eyes
His memory is etched in my mind and in my heart, I love that wolf
He was 106 years old, 15 in our years.
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