The last walk to do farm chores with our OG farm dog. 14 good strong years. I got him when he was about 6 months old, a rescue from someone who found him tied to a tree and abandoned as a puppy, living off of tree bark and bugs.
He took to farm life quickly, respecting the fence and farm animals and reluctantly allowing animals that needed a little TLC to shadow his every move. Luke was much harder to break of his desire to chase cats, but even that waned over the years. That hunting instinct helped reduce the groundhog pressure on the farm, where even in his old age and busted mouth he managed to catch and kill some massive pasture rats.
He also holds a special place in family lore for catching a squirrel that clung to life on his collar, leaving Luke bewildered and not knowing what to do next.
In his prime he would pull your arm right out of its socket, carrying anyone up even the steepest of mountains on family hikes. Despite his unknown breed composition and poor start to life nobody ever questioned the Husky in his heart with strength like that and paws worthy of a true beast.
Luke will truly be missed.
Make your next pet a rescue. 🧡
