White Dog stood protectively at Steve's head as he lie on the floor curled around Nuka. Puff nestled in the crook of his legs and Oso pressed against Nuka. They were cradling Quinn's paw print which we had picked up earlier and Nuka's paw rested across the Memorial stone Becks and Josh had made.
YoYoMa was at my feet as I gently read the card from our wonderful Dr. Julia; each of the staff had taken the time to handwrite a special note of sympathy or comfort as well. When I was done, he helped me as I set up the contents of a package that had arrived from WHN and the Dachsies with Moxie. Our wonderful friends created such a loving tribute that tears streamed as our hearts filled with their love. Each candle bears the name of a member of the White Dog Army...including Quinn, of course. We loved that they honored the unity of the Pack and understood that Quinn is ever one of the WDA.
It was one of the sad days that we know are part of the process. But then Quinn reminded us that he had a miracle in progress by sending a sweet drenching rain...and a rainbow.