On January 3rd, Trek broke out of a window in our trailer while we were away. He and Louis ran out of the parking lot, and Louis was hit by a car. I got there ten to twenty minutes after it had happened, and I believe Louis was killed on impact. I didn’t want to post this, but I felt that it’s something that should be said since Louis was a major part of our trip.
Louis at the beach on South Padre Island, Texas – Winter, 2011
The parquedero attendant was very sympathetic and found a corner of the parking lot under something that looks like an allysum bush where he dug a hole for us. Otavalo isn’t a bad place to go, I’m sure the people we bought him from on Fort Wainwright would never have guessed ten years ago that he’d be hit by a car .13 degrees from the equator in the Andean Highlands. It wasn’t until we lost Louis that it really struck me how far I am from home. Louis was a really great dog, there’s a lot I could say. We will all really miss him, he was the perfect dog to travel with.
One of the last photos I have of Louis, on top of a mountain in Antioquia, Colombia