Sorry Mike. Lost a 5 yr old and a 15 yr old dog not long ago.
If you loved em up, took ’em hunting and lived life with them like I think don’t underestimate how lucky your dog was too.
“We are the lucky ones that we share our lives with them. We remember their retrieves, their gallant but unfulfilled retrieves, and their shear joy to go, go hunting, go anywhere. Their points where there were no birds but of course there were. We share our sandwiches in the blind, our cookies and at duck camp they sleep next to us when we can get away with it. They protect our children and wives when we are gone without them. When they are gone from this world our hands miss the scruff of neck by our chairs, the wagging tail when we get home at night and as we drive down roads and enter fields we remember the hunts before. The empty dog box and new seasons without them make us tear. But we are no less a man for this. A new pup may or may not take the place of an old warrior who at the end had failed eyesight, hearing and hips. But with time we carry on, and we realize life without a hunting dog to go afield with isn’t really a life worth having. A man that has never had a dog that was his partner, well that man would be tough to have as a friend.”