I live in the Mid-west in a HUGE corn field. I have a Siberian Husky named Two. He is my best friend as well a the main character in many of my stories. He's the funniest animal I've ever owned and loves me beyond what a dog should love his master. He means the world to me and I know I mean the same to him. April 27, 2015 my Two passed away. It was the worst day of my life and somehow I can not get on with life. I loved him so much. My life and my home are void. My heart is empty and life does not mean to much at this point.