The first thing I want to do with Two Dogs and a Trail is pay tribute to Chilly, the dog who taught me about unconditional love and devotion of the canine kind. The first few posts will be the last hikes we took with the german-shepherd-mutt love of my life.
Chilly was a crazy dog, a rescue with energy like you wouldn’t believe. Out of a dusty ranch in Arizona she came, with a thirst so insatiable we named her after a song about loving chilly water. She loved to drink it, play in it, and swim for hours chasing sticks in it. She was the most loyal and loving dog a girl could want. She lived to be by my side. And if by my side meant on the trail, she was in heaven.
Though Chilly passed away way too young on what was one of the most painful days of my life, her memory is with me still. She is there on every hike we take, she’s there every time we reach a summit or cross a stream, and she’ll be in my heart always. I miss her every day, but I know she’s up there somewhere hiking big old trails in the sky. And I know that whenever we head out, she’s there running right beside.
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