(Submitted by the author)
Sabra died on March 11, 2000, one day following her tenth birthday. A full-bred malamute, she pranced down the street, commanding the attention of passers-by. People often stopped their cars, rolled down their windows, and stared at her. “Is that a wolf?” they’d ask. I’d tell them her breed, she’d cock her head and look at them with her brown eyes, and we’d walk on. I didn’t tell them the real answer: she was a gentle soul in a dog suit.
We love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Germany
