For twelve years we had Huckleberry. She was the very best girl. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to want to bother us with letting us know how much cancer was eating her up until it was too late. We lost her on October 12.

For most of her life she had an older brother, Abernathy. They loved each other and their games of bite-face. Huckleberry was not the smartest dog, but the sweetest. She was not strongly motivated by food, but rather by love. She was a fantastic hostess for everyone who visited. She would keep my wife company during the workday, and when evening came, she would let us know it was time to get on the couch so she could nap between us. When it was time for bed, she was sure to let us know. The words "Huckleberry, are you ready for bed?" would get her to prance merrily into our room to be tucked in.

As with all coonhounds, she loved to smell everything on her walks. We were once passed by someone riding a horse on a trail. She didn't seem to care until the horse went out of sight, and then she was very excited to pull us along the path after it. We joked she was on the trail of "The Great Coon". Other dogs would bark as we walked past their houses, and she would just calmly look back to me to ask "Why are they barking? Don't they want to be friends?" She just simply had so much personality and charm that everyone loved her. We are so very grateful for the time we had with her. I hope she enjoyed it as much as we did and feel her life with us was well spent. Our house and hearts feel so empty without her. That's the amazing thing about dogs. Everyone thinks they have the very best dog in the world. It says so much about what great creatures they are. Of course, they are all wrong - we had the best dog, but it's still great that everyone thinks that.

We wanted to say thank you for bringing us together with our dear Huckleberry.

Mark and Rachel

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