Today I put my hunting dog to sleep. He lived a great life of 13 years and 3 months. Losing your hunting partner has to be one of the worst feelings a man can ever go through. I have never met anyone else who will sit with me from start to end whether it was 100 degrees out and bugs all over, to 20 below zero with winds whipping and snow blowing and everything covered in ice, (including the dog), and still happy at the end of the day.
Its going to be very different coming home everyday and not having him walking up to the truck door to get his ears rubbed and see how his master is doing. I know many of you have gone through this, but if not, enjoy every moment with your dog, through the good and the bad, because in the end, it doesnt matter if he chewed up that tennis shoe, ran away for the night, wouldnt listen to your every word, tearing up the garbage in the can, or anything else dogs get into. Love them and be there for them all of the time, they are ALWAYS there for you, no matter what.
Rest in peace simba, I know your already chasing down ducks and geese in heaven. Im going to miss you bud. “Hunt em up boy!”
