Finn Hill: A Life Well Loved
I knew this day would come, and I’ve been dreading it, but I didn’t think it would come in such a sudden and horrific way (Caution: what follows may be as tough to read as it is to write..) Finn, our 13 yr old border collie/shelti cross was a delight and was loved by our broader family. But he was my dog; he would follow me around the house, and lie down outside my home office door. God, I loved him to bits. We moved to South Surrey last week and he was introduced to the house this past Friday. Yesterday (Sunday) he got outside through a door that I left open while we gone. He didn’t know the neighbourhood and must have gotten disoriented as he explored his new surroundings. We searched for hours last night and learned this morning that he had most likely been hit on the BNSF tracks below the bluff. My son and I went down and found him between the rails, mangled, but remarkably, alive, but barely. He gave a little yelp as we neared. We carried him in a blanket off the tracks as he