Bronwen Lee, Battle Ground
One morning I walked out from our wilderness cottage to our burn can and saw our Siberian Husky “Stormy” between me and the can, blocking my favorite path into the orchard.
She planted herself between me and the can and stared as if to get me back in the house. Feeling really uneasy, I turned around and did just that, then went to look out the window. Stormy was gone and in her place was a rangy looking coyote with one of her pups sniffing about. I didn’t wonder why Stormy didn’t attack and wasn’t in view any more. She had died six months previously.