It’s almost six months since Akela the wolf and Kenya the staffie died, and the loss is still felt as sharply… it hasn’t diminished. While Kenya was “just” the devoted dog in the pack, he lived to be part of the pack. His life wasn’t diminished as a result but strengthened.
But it is Akela that I miss most (and this is not being unfair on Kenya, he would have agreed). Kela was far more independent, yet totally dependent at the same time. She had a presence one could never escape and gave me an insight into a world which most people can never appreciate. And she was always a happy and playful animal. Infuriatingly so, at times.
So their memory will always live on.
When this blog started, stories were added largely as they unfolded. Before long I realised that it’s not just stories that count, but rather the insight and perspectives. So stories as they were experienced stopped. And now they begin again — with the benefit of the broader perspective covering a period of over three years.
