08/29/2026
Hunter was my first baby. He was born just a few months after me, so we quite literally grew up together. He followed me around the house when I was little and would grab onto my pamper and pull me around. He was just always there.
People genuinely think I am lying when I tell them some of the things this dog experienced in his lifetime, including the way he eventually left this world, but every single story is true. I swear Hunter was built out of something different. This dog survived enough in his lifetime to fill a book, and half of it sounds like Newfoundland folklore when I tell it now. He was tough as nails, stubborn as sin, and apparently operating with significantly more than nine lives. And somehow, with all that toughness, he was incredibly gentle.
He loved pancakes. He slept on his mat beside the wood stove. He had the best smile and the softest fur. He was part of my earliest memories and part of how I learned to love animals in the first place.
It has been more than 20 years since I lost him, and he still visits me in my dreams several times a year. Every single time I see him, my reaction is the same: “i walk into the living room and look at the wood stove and go Oh! Hey Hunter! What are you doing here, my boy?” And for a little while, it's just little me and him again 💕
I miss you forever and a day, Hunter 🤍
August 28th is Remembrance Day 🫶🐾
