Greetings from Kabul.
We just wanted to let you know that early this morning, Whistle
succombed to old age. He was thirteen years old.
He had a good life, tried never to hurt anyone, and made life for
those around him nuch more fun.
He traveled more than most people we know. He was born in August of
1993 in Burundi. He evacuated with us from Bujumbura and joined us
in Lilongwe. His trip there was long, via Kenya and Zimbabwe, then
off to Bamako, then to the US.
He enjoyed the dog park in Arlington, and made friends there.
He joined us in Manila, then had a short stay in Washigton, and then
went with us to Bogota.
He was at first wary of our daughter then this slowly grew to
protective, so he made a great older brother.
He was a bit too ill to travel with us any further, and he died
under the care of a veterenarian who made certain that he had a last
meal (two big pieces of grilled steak!) and went away peacefully and
You can see some pictures of him in our life here:
share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AauWrlu4bNWp0 (cut and
paste if you cannot click on it)
If you have stories or pictures you would like to pass on, let me
know and you can send them to me at: pcpaul@...