I will miss this dog. But I will see her again next year. She was waiting outside my tent to greet me every morning. She would follow me to the bathroom and wait until I came back out. Then we would go for a morning walk wherever Chili wanted to go. After that we would wake up the rest of the group (Paul and Chris) and get ready to climb. Chili would get very excited about this. As soon as we started to head towards our climb for the day, Chili would lead the way, like she knew where we were going.
Sounds like this dog's the HCR equivalent of the lady at the campground at Ceuse that only speaks French, and who told me, in a soothing tone, that I must visit Ceuse next year, or she would miss me. I told this to Ethan Pringle, feeling that I had made a special bond with this woman, and he said, "You're not special, dude, she says that everyone". I can't hear that enough. Despite this, I have deluded myself into thinking that she and I did have a special bond. Perhaps I can have the same irrational bond with Chili the HCR climber's dog.