Yukon lived a very full and long life, dying peacefully in his sleep at age 15. He was rescued from a shelter in Everett by Rescue Pup as a young adult and adopted while living in a foster home. He loved to fetch. He’d fetch until he dropped from exhaustion. And the desire to do so was front and center on our family vacations to the Oregon Coast, where he would retrieve balls from the surf seemingly endlessly. He didn’t quite know his limits on those trips – often he would wake up the next morning so stiff from fetching balls on the beach he could hardly get up. He was a loving and loyal companion to both of our children through the turbulent times of middle and high school. He became Kris’s constant companion at work, walking with her to and from the office several times a week. In 2010 he helped Kris train for a walking marathon, participating in every training walk – including the final 20-miler. Since under the event rules he couldn’t actually walk the marathon with her, this photo was taken to commemorate his participation. Yukon’s love and devotion richly blessed our lives. We were grateful to be able to share so much time with him.

Roger and Kris G.