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Go Rest High On That Mountain
By Vince
Gill
I know your life on earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain.
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You
were no stranger to the rain.
Chorus:
Go rest high on that
mountain
Son, your work on earth is
done.
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son.
Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve.
I wish I could see the angels faces
When
they hear your sweet voice sing.
Chorus:
Go rest high on that
mountain
Son, you work on earth is
done.
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son.
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This is Bud's Story
as told
by
Mark Robitaille
Bud truly was a wonder dog to me.
He was my "shadow" and went everywhere with me.
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I came to have Bud because I agreed to "babysit" him for my
daughter who
lived in Anchorage in an apartment
building that didn't allow dogs.
Bud was the first dog I ever had weighing less than 60
pounds.
I had two Airedales, and a St.
Bernard/Great Dane mix then.
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He gave me a "Silky smile" and melted my heart!
"I'm the baby, gotta love me!"
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When my daughter moved out of her apartment and headed to
Juneau,
she came to Kenny Lake to collect Bud. I
had been "baby-sitting" for
three months and had
bonded "big time" with him. I told her she could take him,
"Over my dead body!"
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Jester
That was the best investment I ever made!
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I got him a larger life jacket that had a "grab" strap on
the back.
He became known as "The dog with a
handle" to all the
commercial fishermen in the
small boat harbor.
We had some fun!
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I am a construction Project Engineer for the Alaska
Department of Transportation.
The majority of my
assignments are to construct roads, airports, ferry terminals, and public
transportation facilities in remote Alaska villages and towns. This requires
travel at any time through mountainous regions in some of the worst weather
conditions the Alaskan environment can confront you with.
Early September 25, 1994, a Sunday morning, I was traveling
from an airport
project in McCarthy, a small
historic mining town in the Wrangell-St. Elias National Park and Preserve, to
Valdez, where I was to meet a ferry to go to my next project in Cordova on the
Copper River Highway. I was in my personal vehicle with my Silky Bud, Lady Rough
House Airedale, Missy Elkhound, and Jason Husky, the members of my faithful dog
pack that traveled with me everywhere I went.
The night before I left, the first snow storm of the year
blew up on Thompson Pass dumping a foot of snow and creating a blinding ice fog
on the steep mountain roadway. I was crossing the Pass about 6:30 AM. At the
elevation where the roadway transitions from the high altitude arctic weather
conditions to the lower warm river bottom climate, a slick "black ice" area had
formed. My 3/4 Ton Chevy 4x4 spun out despite having studded tires all
around.
When we hit the edge of the gravel shoulder, the truck
rolled over on it's side and plunged over a 450 foot cliff and down a rocky
slope. Bud and I were thrown from the cab to the rocks below. I broke my neck,
back, hands, and had serious head injuries. I was not wearing my coat at the
time of the accident, so I lay seriously injured in a foot of snow. I was in a
bad way.
It was 11:00 AM when two men out bear hunting noticed my
thermos laying on the shoulder of the road and stopped to pick it up. The fog
had lifted enough for them to look for bears down on the bench below the cliff,
after hearing what they described as "a sound like two bears fighting". It was
then they spotted me below laying in a patch of bloody snow and rocks. Lady,
Missy, and Jason were guarding me when they approached. Bud was found a little
later, laying dead in a scuffed up area that looked like a fearsome fight had
taken place.
I was med-evaced to Valdez Hospital, then to Providence
Hospital in Anchorage.
When I arrived at
Providence Emergency ward, my body core temperature
was only 83 degrees.
I have very little recollection of events of the crash to
this day. But I have had a recurring dream, and I am convinced, that little Bud
fought off the angel of
death from me, and gave
himself in my place.
The other dogs received minor injuries in the accident and
healed quickly.
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Alaska Princess Amy
I named her Alaska Princess Amy.
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She is doing a great job!
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He truly had NO FEAR!
A year ago September Dogpak member, Jason Husky, went to be
with
his friend Bud at the Rainbow
Bridge.
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They are missed by Mark and the other members of The Kenny
Lake Dogpak,
but it is good to know Bud is with
his old friends once more.
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Missy
Alaska Princess Amy
Ziggy
Photo by David Jensen
Copyright Alaska Pet-ography
1998
All Rights
Reserved
Used with
permission
Click on the image of above to go to
see
The Dogpak Of
Kenny Lake Web Page
When I first read Mark's heartwarming story of Bud I thought to myself that there must have truly been a band of angels watching over him and the Dogpak that day.
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A trick of sunlight in the camera lens?
Perhaps.
Personally, I see
the very band of angels that came to mind
when I
was thinking about Mark's fateful accident.
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Thank you Mark, for sharing Bud with the rest of
us!
Zac's
Mom
November 1998
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