I had a dog, Bob. Healthy, loose like a bear, with thick black wool. The Yakutsky Love. Excellent dog, one disadvantage - without eyes, i.e. completely blind. What did not prevent him from going hunting with me and dragging shot ducks out of lakes. And the eyes dried out for a long time - when I was a puppy, one eyelid was short, and in a dream the eye was slightly opened - well, and the crown in the eye slunged while sleeping in the shade. He remained with one eye, but for a short time - a year later, in a fun dog fight with the rest of the village lovers, the second eye disappeared. It first discouraged him a little, then he got used to it and seemed not to pay attention to the darkness around him. Activated in his head a natural navigator, and perfectly performed in the complete absence of visibility "instrument navigation". Moreover, his navigator worked excellently - repeatedly noticed that on an unknown road he goes with caution only the first time, the next time he runs confidently, bypassing obstacles (sometimes already non-existent). Having stumbled upon the gates for the first time - passes under them, for the second time, for example, the gates are already opened - and he still passes through the place where the gates were last time.

Beautifully caught neighboring cats from boredom, pretending to sleep at a bowl with food, chased uninvited guests from the yard. He served his food honestly, without demanding disability discounts. He went to work with me, to the village power plant.

In the warm weather, he ran through the forest around the station, updating the map, for the remaining 9 months lying in the corner of the electrotech on the floor and listening to people's conversations. At home, he lived in a rainbow in the winter, in the summer, just outdoors or in a cone, if it rains. In the winter morning you go out into the courtyard - and from the grove in front of the entrance a whirlwind of snow, and from it - Bim, with a smile to the ears. Love is a fun dog.

Once I moved to work at another power plant - to the airport, four kilometers before it, three of them by the taiga. Well, it is necessary to cross the river in the winter, in the summer to cross by ferry or a boat. The reel there is 200 meters wide in the spill, but deep (specially deeped by the land for ships), and fast. The first work shift, went alone - Jim wandered around the village on his dog business, well. The freezer was under 40, so it came quickly, as much as sweating. I live in a new place, study the equipment, all the business. This is a diesel driver for me: did you see a joke? He calls to the window. I see - on the street of Bim by his own person, the door with a shovel stands and pushes. It opens out. I found it, a trail! So he went with me to work, indeed, I worked there for a day, two days later, so I took food with him - two or three ice cream cakes. He was very respectful of Struggle.

He lived for about 18 years, and died quietly and quietly - he was already old at all, did not eat well, slept mostly. I sat in the courtyard on the bench, smoked, stared at the river, approached Bim, shaken, placed my head on my knee, as always, I scratched him behind his ear, he breathed, lay down at his feet and stopped breathing.