Surely there were or never will be another dog like him.
From us all to you Wally, wherever you are or wherever you may roam, we miss you.
The story of a brave little dog starts one late November night about twenty years ago as coach was driving home from a late bar rowel, heavy drunk as usual.
Surprised by a fierce blizzard, coach lost control over the vehicle and crashed of the road into the great forest of northern Canada.
When he awoke he was cold and desillusionised. The tears on his cheek froze as he thought of his beloved team.
Was this the bitter end? The bitter end of a life of a man who had given all to see his team reach the heights of glory, a man who had never put himself first but always last, a man who would wait for hours outside the kindergartens just to get a glimpse of a childhood long gone. Would it all end here? The wisdom passed on from generation to generation, from father to son - the secret of the Sea star that had left all competitors confounded.
He cried as he repeated to himself, like a mantra, �if I had only taught the guys the Sea star a bit better��.
Would it all be in vain now? Would �the Sea star� and �the Board� forever be forgotten?
The thoughts became blurry as coach fell into a deep fever; he had now been trapped in the car for three cold days.
After sleeping for days coach suddenly woke up to what appeared to be footsteps in the deep snow.
Not seeing clearly, coach stared at what appeared to be a siluet of a tall man walking slowly towards him.
As the being came closer he saw to his surpise that it was a tall, lanky, Spanish man.
The man had had his longhaired tied up in a ponytail and his whole body spoke of grace.
He seemed to hover over the ground as he came closer to the crashed vehicle.
It was not until he was standing over him that coach discovered what the man was gently carrying in his arms.
In his warm embrace, the Spaniard carried a tiny goldenretriver puppy.
Coach was amazed by the sight and stuttered out the words�please �.s-s-send �for ��h-h-help�..
The Spaniard just smiled. It was as if he didn�t understand a single word.
Coach tried again �h-h-help�.c-c-c-oach�.b-b-b-boys�.h--h-e-elp�papa�coach�.
The Spaniard continued to smile his smile of goodness and warmth.
Who�a-a-a-re�y-y-y-ou�? Coach asked.
The man didn�t answer he just stood there smiling with his kind eyes.
When it felt as if they had looked at each other for ages, the Spaniard suddenly stretched out his hands holding the puppy. He then spoke with his thin and delicate tenor voice, he only spoke five words but these words would forever linger in coach�s ears�.Wally.
The Spaniard gently placed the tiny puppet on coach�s face and slowly walked away, never to be seen again.
As coach lay there, slowly breathing with the puppy on his face, he felt the bodyheat of the tiny dog transporting into his own body. The puppy wouldn�t leave his face, when coach was sad the puppy licked the tears from his cheeks, when he was angry the tiny dog just looked at him with his kind eyes and when he was hungry the puppy breat fed him with its tiny nipples.
After searching for a week, the search - and rescue team finally found the vehicle.
When they asked gently carried coach away from the car, they could only hear a faint whisper from his lips;
Wally�.wally�.
The rescuers never found any dog at the crash site and no one really knows how coach managed to stay alive, but every now and then, it could be when you least expect it, an early morning drive to work or a rainy Sunday afternoon, take a close look at the dog you pass bye and listen closely for it just might whisper�.wally�wally.
