Our best friend Taq is gone.
Taq came into this world an adventurer, a protector, a loyal friend, and a gentle giant. He lived for walks on the prairies, runs in the mountains, and portages – always ready for adventure. He would run ahead only far enough to scout, then wait until we were in sight before continuing ahead. He never chased bears except on command and never backed down. Thankfully none ever stood up to him. Someone once told me “that dog would die for you”, and he would have. He was that loyal. That was Taq.
He had character. Taq enjoyed chasing kitties, beavers and otters, and playing games with good-natured horses. He was a little saucy, talking back when you scolded him. For that he earned the name Burgs – we often jokingly threatened to make him into hamburger and a fur coat.
Taq loved people. He loved to be involved. He was our ambassador. He wasn’t needy, and he never barked, except at bears. And those were big barks.
He camped with us almost a thousand nights; his presence a comfort we took for-granted. Never straying, always watching, always there. Every night he slept against the tent, against one of us. We paddled in Quetico this summer; Taq couldn’t come. There was a void unconsciously filled with sorrow. It didn’t feel right. It never will.
We miss you sweet gentle Taq. Canoe dog. Best friend.