It was Uncle Kenny who found the abandon kitten near the old dock, it was Kenny who alerted us to the wolves circling our house, it was Kenny who met me on the snow covered road during the snow storm and escorted me all the way home, it was uncle Kenny who found Crystal half way up a logging road and joined her in a hike, watchful and protective. Crystal is where he would find refuge when he was sick or injured. Crystal was the home he came to when he cut his foot, it was her home he crawled to when he was sick and lay on the porch for 3 days. It was also Uncle Kenny, who at the sight of a couch, pounced on top of the pillows and nibbled the buttons. It was Uncle Kenny who travelled to the ferry terminal the day we left Bella Bella, he sat next to our truck loaded with furniture and would not lift his head. I have never seen a dog so sad and so aware of the fact that he was losing a friend. Now it is us who hang our heads. He was every definition of "man's best friend". He was more than a dog, he was our friend. Uncle Kenny was shot by an RCMP officer for animal control reasons....a symbolic life & death for the continued efforts and improved knowledge about animal welfare.