Picture it, 2009 and your boyfriend (at the time) says let’s get a husky! I laughed. Sure hon, you find one and we can do that…. little did I know what I was agreeing to. Cue a week later, he found a husky breeder. Later that day, we met Maxi, her huskies and several fluff balls running amok and beating the snot out of one another. Glorious chaos. We picked up a few little nuggets. They all seemed more interested in each other versus what was actually going on. Then she pawed his leg. He lifted her up and proclaimed she was coming home with us (typical hubs – a bit dramatic!). Maxi laughed and told us they are like potato chips- you will always want more! That’s where it started. The whole ride home, we called different names seeing if she would respond…. typical husky (we now know) nothing. She actually looked at us like we were slightly crazy. As a Katana motorcycle zoomed around us, he muttered some curses along with the word Katana. She looked at us- light bulb moment. Kytana it is. Oooh weeee, what we’re thinking. As a 10-week-old puppy, she was already curious, mischievous, smart, witty, sarcastic with a slight vendetta all the while looking innocent and angelic. Months flew by, we signed up for Puppy Classes, She, being her smart-ass self, failed. Why you say? Well, turns out huskies play deaf and do not like to corporate unless there is something they really want. A piece of paper with “congratulations” was not it. We also learned that a bored huskies is a dangerous being. Kytana had a love of shredding couches. We used to have nice couches but that quickly turned to $50 craigslist specials. Around 2, at my gram’s, she had her first seizure. Scared the life out of me -hands down the worst thing I’d seen to date. Emergency vet trip later, her diagnosis of idiopathic epilepsy. One off, right? No need to fret. A few years go by, we move into our first apartment. All of our savings went to the deposit, first month’s rent, and furniture…. that night she had a cluster of seizures. This time, we realized it’s going to be a lifetime struggle. A few vets told us she wouldn’t make it past 6 years. Others said we should do the “humane” thing. Ugh, no and let her prove you wrong. We found an incredible vet. Between them and us, we came up with a game plan. Holistic and conventional approach to give her the best fighting chance. As she turned 5, the vets mentioned perhaps she would like company, ya know, a friend. We then found Hank through a craigslist ad. After a three-hour car ride, we met the family and Kytana took to him immediately. He became her safety blanket. Through every seizure, vet appointment, or procedure – he was there. As she grew older, more and more health concerns kept appearing but like her fighter spirit, she kept pushing through. As she approached 10 years old, we noticed she started slowing down. She still had that spark, that sass and spirit but she was much wiser now. She relished snuggles and our walks became slower – more about enjoying the views than the miles. As our time came to an end right before her 12th birthday, we realized we would do it all again. Kytana was inspiring; she taught us so much. We fell in love with huskies because of her.
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Our Fabled Nest 