Hunting Washington Forum
Other Hunting => Bird Dogs => Topic started by: tlbradford on May 10, 2010, 10:30:57 PM
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Rules for the thread:
- Post up a eulogy, a few words about your dog, or just a photo. Please limit the photos to one.
- I will go through and eliminate comments every so often, this is a memorial to remember our friends.
That is it. Hopefully, this will help us remember our dogs, and the great times we had with them.
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Hagen (1995-2011)
Intelligent, athletic, good nose, and a great hunting companion through my college years and beyond. I had him longer than my wife. He has been a protector of kids, an upland bird machine for pheasants and quail, and faithful despite all of my missed birds. I couldn't have asked for a better dog.
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Hagen - Age 12 at time of photo
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Hubba Ding Ace 1991-2007 RIP
Ace was my first pedigreed hunting dog. We hunted together for 12 years before he retired. I wore out several pairs of boots following the "Old Dog".
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Skeeter.......I miss you buddy.
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Lots of pheasants fell to Mrs Pepper.
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For 18 years, I have had the honor and privilege to live and love the dog pictured below. His name is Lucky. As I write, he is still with us, but after noon today he will no longer be.
Lucky was a pound puppy. We saw him at the King County Animal Shelter when he was just a pup. He was at the back of a kennel, prisoned with about three larger dogs, he looked whooped. Ears down, trying to stay out of trouble with the bigger dogs in the pen. He was so cute. We weren't sure, so we waited a week then returned to get him. He was gone. We asked at the front counter, and the lady there whispered to us..."I moved him"....." he was so cute, I reassigned him a number so he wouldn't have to be put down..." She said he was so "Lucky" to have us come and look again for him, hence his name.
From that moment till today, we have had the most wonderful dog in the world. Not always quiet, not politically correct. ( He loved to hump your leg if you know what I mean...) Not perfect. A blend of Terrier and Standard Poodle, a Terrypooh! He had dreadlock on his legs, looked very cool. This dog has hiked the pacific crest trail with us, dug clams with us, snowshoed with us all over the state. His bark has kept thieves away as they walk by the house. He chewed all of my wifes left shoes when young, ate the saved glass top from our wedding cake, ate my wallet, chewed a live powercord off at the wall, he even peed on my back as I sat eating a hotdog in a park like setting, everyone saw. Even after all of this, he has proven to weave himself into our soul.
Just to hear him walk around the house at night was a blessing. He has been with us 18 years, and his presence will be sorely missed. I already feel the ache and hollowness that will surely follow.
In the past three years he has been slowly going down hill. Cataracs have nearly blinded him, he has lost most all of his hearing. His whole life we have removed masses which have shown up all over his body. He has had more surgeries than anyone I know. He was always the trooper, never held anything against us. He has two very large masses which are cancerous, located on his belly, non operable.
We still want him. We do not want to put him down, but have no choice. Today is the day. The terrible day where we have to all gather around him in the vet's office, and hold him, and love him and watch him pass. We have a special place in the hills where we will bury him with some of his buddies, other pets who lie there.
We simply want him to go while he can still feel our warmth, our love, where he still walks into the vet on his own power, with dignity.
I don't think I have ever had to make a tougher decision. I am sure it is the right one, just incredibly difficult and painful.
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My First Chessie Sima. She was paralyzed for 5 days after a collison with a split rail fence while training. She always went all out at everything she did. I couldn't put her down because she was trying so hard to walk.(I was supposed to put her down at 3 days per vet) I was lying on the couch the day I had to take her in to be put down. I awoke to her standing above my face licking me profusly as to tell me she was going to be ok. She never regained all of her rear end movement but, got around pretty well for a couple more years. She never thought she was slowed up or lame at all. I had to put her down due to torsion which occured for unknown reason. I'm assuming it was a side complication to the nerve damage in her spine.
This is the last picture I have of her in late August at Lake Curlew. She passed in Sept of 2004.
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May Hemi chase chuckars in the fields of heaven untill we are reunited again some day.
Hemi was only 8mo old when his life was cut short and taken away from our family. He brought the greatest joy to our family, friends and the hearts of every one that came in contact with him.
Rest In Peace Little Buddy..........
9/01/08-5/01/09
The day we brought him home.
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Sorry, could not decide on just one. Hope you all forgive me.
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My boy Henry was with me for 12 short years. Lymphoma took his away from me far too soon. Although he was extremely hard headed he was more loyal to me than anyone else in my entire life. He had the best nose of any bird dog that I'd ever hunted over and had never lost a bird. He was truly one of a kind and will never be replaced.
Rest in peace buddy, rest in peace.
Henry (Shadows over the Henry's Fork) 11/8/96 - 5/20/08
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Here is a picture of our Lab/Chow Chow cross "Sheesta" was with me and my wife for 15 years. And watched our daughter come home from the hospital and our daughter was holding her when she left us.
We still talk about her today. She would fetch ducks or any anything but also would protect and fight like no other.
We had to put her down a year ago in April.
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I lost both of my good buddies in May. Jake on the 5th, and Boone on the 30th. For those who followed the threads I'm sure you know about Boone. He was 3 years old and died most likely from bone marrow cancer. Jake was a great dog that helped me through all my hard times as a kid and into my adulthood. When things got rough he was always there from me. I held him in my arms sobbing like a little girl as he slipped away. I loved both of my dogs like they were my children. "Booney" was one of the first few words my daughter learned to say. We were truly blessed to have them both in our lives. My little girl still goes into the backyard and calls for them. I get a lump in my throat every time.
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My favorite pic of my first hunting dog Oso a Chesapeake bay retriever. Went to work with me every day for his 10yrs and worked his tail off to retrieve my ducks even in 1/2" ice. still makes me ball like a baby when i think about him...the pic is of him on a rock out at Larabee state park out on the salt...
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Chester was a good dog. He wasnt the best hunting dog but a very great family dog and a great friend. He was there for me through some rough times. My kids and wife miss him dearly. I miss you a lot. This was the day before we had to put him down from a tumor growing in his armpit area spreading to his chest. He looks happy here even though he could hardly walk.
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Chelsea and Meg - They're both chasing birds in Heaven now; hope to see you again someday girls!
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Aurora
Aurora was an American Pit Bull Terrier that came into our lives as a puppy. Her owner was our son. He had her about a year when he moved to Washington State where we had relocated to after 20 years in Alaska. He was renting and could not have a dog so we took her in. At the time we also owned a Rottweiler, Kuba and a cat, Squiggy. The relationship between Kuba and Aurora was tenuous at best. Kuba was an older girl with medical problems do to her age and Squiggy was a very playful cat that enjoyed the company of the new addition.
Aurora was full of mischief. She ate the heads off of several very old solid wood decoys, snapped trees and plants off in the backyard in Marysville, WA that my wife had planted and enjoyed looking at. When it rained much to Aurora’s enjoyment the back yard became her personal mud track where she’d do loops till she looked like a gray dog when in fact she was fawn with white toes and a beautiful white blaze on her chest.
Squiggy and Aurora had any unusual relationship to say the least. The most unusual was the head in the mouth of the lion trick. Squiggy liked to put his head in Aurora’s mouth and Aurora would massage the cat’s head by squeezing down and releasing pressure while the cat would purr!
Aurora and Squiggy would chase one another around the house at full tilt with rugs sliding around on the hardwood floors, furniture up ending with one of us yelling for it to stop. If the dogs were resting and Squiggy wanted to play, he would walk by one giving them a good old fashioned slap with his paw to induce a round of chase me. Kuba would jump into the game but only for a short lap or two so once the old girl quit then it off to the newest addition, Aurora for a more robust chase scene.
After Kuba and Squiggy died Aurora became the Queen of the House and remained so until her death on December 18, 2009. The Queen knew she was that and conducted herself as one right up to the end.
Aurora has touched my heart like no other dog has that I’ve owned. They all have been near and dear to me but this one for some reason was more than a dog. She was a trickster, costume wearer, guard of the family, and watchful eye for the family possessions and the door greeter for one and all that entered our house. Once introduced you were doomed to be licked, jumped on, head butted, and slept upon as she loved the touch of human friends that were staying at the Queen’s Home.
I’ll digress here and start to tell stories as they pop into my head about the Queen and me.
Aurora was fortunate to go on a lot of hikes on the western side of Washington when we were living there. She and I climbed several large mountains that required no technical skill other than knowledge of using an ice ax and proper or common sense on steep snow. I remember the first time we glissaded to together. I put her in my lap, sat down and off we went toward a spot where the lower trial was. As we picked up speed she became alarmed and jumped out of my lap on to the snow bringing us to a full tilt stop. I re-collected her, put her in my lap again but holding on very tight this time and off we went again. After a few more halts do to escapes she relaxed and glissading became a standard routine for her that I believe she enjoyed as it took so little effort on her part. Only trust in the human holding on to her.
The other aspect of hiking with Aurora that could land one in trouble the “rangers” out here was she liked to denude the landscape. She took it upon herself to pull, yes pull, trees and shrubs out of the ground by their roots at rest stops or camp sites. Why? We never quite understood, but she sure enjoyed this activity.
I miss her terribly. This is one dog that will remain in my memories for ever.
God Bless you Aurora for your company, companionship and your constant vigilant guard duty of the family.
Scott J.
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Bridger 1997 - 2010
I lost my loyal hunting buddy to old age right before Thanksgiving this year. He now rests behind the house in our CRP overlooking the Palouse. Two roosters flushed from 30 feet away as I finished with the burial. It was a fitting tribute that he would have thoroughly enjoyed...
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Maddie Dog- Nov 1997- Dec 11 2010.
First of all the best dog ever!!!!, Great family dog, good hunting dog back in her days, great salmon fishing partner. You could walk Maddie with out a leash and she would stay by your side at all times. While camping she would have to go to the bathroom at night and the only thing I needed to do was to unzip the tent she would go out on her own and not wonder do her thing and then come back in the tent, if only I could have taught her to zip and unzip the tent. We would leave her in the backyard during summer and when we would get home guess who would be on the front porch? Neighbors said she had been sitting there all day not wondering around.
Maddie Girl you will be missed!!!!!
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Otis 1995 to 2007 She was a puppy mill bitch. I thought I really messed up not doing my recearch on small type Labs. Someone put me in touch with a trainer named Brook. He helped make Otis the retierver I could have. She was a nice bird dog. Gone almost four years now. She died doing what she loved (lying on the cool concrete slab)
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GUNNER you will be missed. you were my best friend and the best hunting partner a man could ask for. I will never forget the days spent in the field.
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His paw print from the death certificate, same font from his collar and the light shading in the tat is a little mixture of his ash in the ink..
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I am gonna break the rules and add two photos...
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Grady..I was Privileged to hunt behind you and be part of your life for 15 years.
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I have a story but too difficult to post. Might be able to eventually. All of the stories and pics are moving to say the least. Thanks for sharing. Sorry for all of your losses.
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Rex July 1, 2001-August 12, 2011
You could not ask for a better dog. Always loyal. Never aggressive. He could gently take a snack out of your hand and would never touch your fingers.
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Had to put my 13 1/2 year old lab Tess down today. Hardest thing I have ever done. My wife has been telling me for weeks. But she was still following around the yard up till yesterday and wagged her tail till the end. I bought her for 500.00 as a eight week old pup. Trained her myself. She was my first and I always said I wish I had hunted with dogs sooner. She was a better hunter than I was. We spent 1000 of hours in the dark waiting for shooting hours together. The last two years she has had to stay home because her hearing was gone, and she would forget where I was. But she always followed along when I mowed the lawn. I was grateful that I had taught her hand singles because when her hearing was gone that is what we relied on.
She never met a person she did not like or a hunt that was long enough.
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Kobi- the handsome one!
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This damn thread tore me up!
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Just found this thread.
Loki - 2/2002-8/2012
Gone but not forgotten.
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Spanky was never a hunting dog, but with some training he might have been.
Found him dead on the highway at 4am about two years ago will be missed buy all who knew him.
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I didn't see this one before I posted this on another thread but he deserves to be here too! Our old Red Setter his last spring with our grandson. He wasn't getting around much but tolerated this for a bit before moving.
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Like others, I just spotted this thread and it brought back many memories. Our dog (Charlie) was killed by a resort owner's dog while my wife was walking him on a short leash. He was a great dog and like so many others, our dog meant the world to us. It hit me very hard, so I went to my shop and built a coffin for him. I took a brand new Corian counter top for a customer and cut it up to use my CNC machine on to make a headstone. He is buried on the sunny side of our home where he used to lay in the sun. There will never be another like him.
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Ursa La Bear April 1, 1999 to May 4, 2013. The pictures are from the fall of 2007 when Ursa was in her prime.
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Ursa was not a pointing Lab, but she would point about 20% of the time. That's what turned me toward the pointing Labs for my current dog.
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Sabin,
March 1998 - Sept 2004
Gone way too soon.
A once in a lifetime dog, If I ever own another dog as good as Sabin, I will be truly blessed.
Fantastic upland dog. Hit winged geese like a linebacker with a free shot at the quarterback. When ducks were workin, he never whined or moved but you tell he was thinkin, shoot somethin for cryin out loud.
My wife used to claim that Sabin and I had a telepathic connection. Always knew what the other was thinkin.
A piece of my heart went with him.
I love my current dogs, But I cannot describe how much I miss that dog.
I sure hope all of you get the chance to own a "once in a life time dog".
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This isn't a memorial to my dog, but I think this is a cool photo of my dog Rocket checking out a dog memorial that someone has erected in the Columbia Basin.
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This is Elsa who we put down a few months ago after 15 years. I didnt come into her life until she was 10 but took her grouse hunting with the labs a few times. She fared well for being so small. She was always by my son's side, and put up with all the abuse a toddler can dish out. My wife bought her as a puppy and was hit the hardest with it. She doesnt know that I will be picking another pupply up for her from Nevada next month. (she thinks Im going hunting in eastern WA) :tup:
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I've got a hunch as to who made that,the tell tale sign is in the wide blue collars with the center ring.
This isn't a memorial to my dog, but I think this is a cool photo of my dog Rocket checking out a dog memorial that someone has erected in the Columbia Basin.
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Maggie Belle - January 9, 1997 - January 11, 2012
Best hunting partner and friend I've ever had!
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Just saw this.
Patriot - Prince of Spades
7/4/98 - 5/2/13
Rest in peace of friend, see ya on the other side.
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I had an upcoming woodcarver and good friend of mine carve me a redhead drake urn for my black lab that left us too early last December. It crushed me. But now she will always be with us. She was a great dog.
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I had an upcoming woodcarver and good friend of mine carve me a redhead drake urn for my black lab that left us too early last December. It crushed me. But now she will always be with us. She was a great dog.
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Callie, a good friend and hunting partner. We were a team, she was the bird finder and retriever and I was her gunner. We spent fourteen seasons together and she is the feature AWS in Barron's "The Sporting Spaniel Handbook". She won a number of hunting competition, was one of the first AWS to pass an AKC spaniel hunt test (as a demo dog before AKC approved them to enter), had NAHRA legs and won the hunting competition at the AWS National Specialty. She was a beautiful dog and won ribbons in the conformation ring also. At 6 years she fought for a year to recover from a serious spine infection a subsequent brain damage to hunt for eight more season after the vets said her hunting days were over, at 12 she went deaf and learned to take commands via the vibration mode on an e-collar.
Her urn is buried next to our favorite hunting spot on Grey's Harbor. I have a photo of her on my bedroom wall surrounded by her trophies and ribbons.
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My best friend had to be put down due to some issues he was having with epilepsy. He was a great dog and we were grateful to have him for however short of a time it was. He died at 2 years old. MWD HHickman (ret.) I greatful to have him as a guardian in heaven.
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Pappy, 11-4-04, to 5-29-14.
Nose to the wind, buddy, we will hunt again someday.
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Cletus
Gone too soon my friend.
Why is it losing you guys never gets any easier?
Although the pain of losing one of my pals is painful, it will never be as painful as the thought of a home without a dog.
It came to me that every time I lose a dog, they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.
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I have been dreading writing this post for several years…since cancer first attacked my dog. On Monday Nov. 10th at 10:30 I sent Abbey (13 year old Choc. Female) to the hunting grounds in the sky. I have had her longer than my own wife and kids…she has pulled me through a lot and amazed those who were lucky enough to hunt with her. Part of having a dog is ultimately bringing them peace at the end, but it is hard. A special thank you to Dr. Tim O’Rourke who, through great skill, gave us almost two more years with her after saving her life on a Christmas eve morning…in my opinion he is the BEST. We had one last meal together, complete with steak and red wine (her favorite).
Good bye sweet girl, you were an amazing hunting dog and an even greater friend. God’s speed…and enjoy all the limits up there that I wasn’t always able to get you. Until we hunt again…”Good Girl momma dog…good girl”
I love you,
Dad
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Ezekiel Marsh - August 9, 2004 - April 21, 2015
Good Boy, Zeke, Good Boy
August 9th, 2004 you came into this world. 7 times 7 is the day I brought you home. A 13 pound yellow mass of energy and excess skin. Only to be deflated by your first encounter with my mean eyed cat and his sharp claws.
Your vocabulary learning began with No and then progressed to Sit by day 63, you and the cat had made your amends and thus were friends.
The next three weeks you gained a wealth of knowledge and your obedience soared. Every waking moment you packed around your training dummy.
Sit, Stay, Back, Dead Bird, Come, Heel…Good Boy, Zeke, Good Boy
There was your first operation necessitated in order to remove too much eyelid skin that was affecting your eye. With your Elizabethan collar, you now resembled a vacuum cleaner searching for crumbs, I thought perhaps you should’ve been named Hoover.
We took a trip your 5th month, 3 days worth of Arizona quail hunting heaven. While we brought many birds home, several more ended up in your gullet…at least you loved birds.
You were a tough boy; I remember removing countless cactus spines from your body while sitting around the campfire. Without a second thought you’d always dive into the prickly pear, all for a bird I shot.
Find the bird, Zeke, Find the Bird…Good Boy, Zeke, Good Boy
Then there was the day I was coming home from hunting elk, you had stayed with my mom. I called to say I’d be there soon, only to find out you had just been hit by a car.
My heart sank at the news, but much to my surprise you had dodged the bullet. Yes you had some scrapes and a concussion, but not a broken bone; you were a tough boy at 1 year and 1 month of age.
We headed off to college together, not sure about the education, but we had a blast hunting it up for 5 years. We met some great hunting partners and they too had some damn good dogs.
I’ll never forget the look of joy and misery on your face all at once, or the smell that emanated from you for at least a week. Oh, how I could not believe you consumed over 10 lbs. of elk that was intended to become hamburger, or that your stomach could stretch to that size.
Always faithful by my side; we hiked, we camped, we fished, we hunted…Good Boy, Zeke, Good Boy
And then came Abby, a beautiful black lab I had given to my mom. Mom loved her flower beds and so did Abby, just not in the same way. Mom also knew Abby had hunt in her, and because of the ripped up flowers and the innate huntress inside her, Abby joined our ranks.
Over the years you and Abby formed a bond so eerily human, I know you loved her and she loved you. And the hunts were great; you two were the best to share a blind with.
We even made it on the front page of the local newspaper, pictures of us training and my interview about duck hunting in Colorado. You were made famous buddy.
Now it was my turn to fall in love. In June of 2011, I introduced you to my now bride to be and her two amazing sons. In nearly four years together with them you never once seemed jealous to lose some of my attention.
In fact you loved them too, and your tail hugs around their legs always proved it…Good Boy, Zeke, Good Boy
We moved you to the Pacific NW, and I’ll always remember your look of caution when you met the Pacific Ocean. At least you swam those waves anyway.
I’m glad we got to camp one last time, just days before your passing. You got to soak your bones one last time in the cool river water of the Klickitat.
You were such a tough boy. I had no clue you were as sick as you were.
The evening of April 20th, 2015, I knew you were not well. With pale gums and tongue, and just flat out weak, I made an appointment with the Vet for April 21st.
The Vet phoned me in the early afternoon, with such a tragic diagnosis, your spleen was about to rupture and your time was short.
The decision was not easy, to decide that your day had come and that God had prepared a place for you. You passed easy, and I cried. Hell, Zeke, we all cried.
I stroked your big soft ears and could barely mutter this…Good Boy, Zeke, Good Boy…That’s A Good Boy
Thank you for the memories Zeke, We Love You
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Rip zeke, sorry for ur loss bglemin
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Rip zeke, sorry for ur loss bglemin
mburrows, Thank you!
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BGLEMIN...so sorry for your loss. My girl Abby's memorial is posted right before Zeke's. I think of her every day and find myself calling her name sometimes with my new girl Cedar. I hope you find some peace in the days ahead that you will hunt with Zeke again when you make that journey yourself. He will be waiting there for you, in the meantime Abbey will will have fun playing with a new buddy...healthy, young and free of pain, the way it should be.
Thoughts and prayers to you and your family.
Mike
BD1
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BD1 - Thank you for your thoughts, I too believe that your girl Abbey and Zeke have their mouths full of feathers!
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Suzy RIP 2/2002-12/2015
You were too good to me and the kids. We enjoyed the journey.
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My lab Echo passed today 2/15/16 at 11:30 am. She was 15 years, 6 months, 13 days old. She had a full life. Got to go many places and see many things. Nearly everywhere I went she was with me. She had a passion for life and fought the effects of getting old very hard. We finally got to a hurdle today that I couldn’t help her get over. So I had to help her onto the next journey . She went peacefully in my arms looking into my eyes. I will join her one day on the other side.
Her sidekick Bella is confused right now. She’s looking for her mama dog. That will pass. I have laid out Echo’s collar for her in hopes that it helps her understand that Echo is not coming back.
Anyway, it isn’t often I have tears in my eyes, Today I do. She’s always got a place in my heart. I’m including a set of photos as a celebration of life for my sweet old girl. If you knew her please enjoy them…
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Old gal is in doggie heaven for sure. Probably hobbling around with a renewed spring in her step, chasing ducks that never dive down, taking naps under the first warm morning rays. Tell me when buddy and I've got a beer in mind.
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I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I like to believe all those aches and pains are instantly healed. You are right when you say you will meet again. I am sure my Abbey was right there waiting for her on the other side.
Take care,
Mike BD1
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My lab Echo passed today 2/15/16 at 11:30 am. She was 15 years, 6 months, 13 days old. She had a full life. Got to go many places and see many things. Nearly everywhere I went she was with me. She had a passion for life and fought the effects of getting old very hard. We finally got to a hurdle today that I couldn’t help her get over. So I had to help her onto the next journey . She went peacefully in my arms looking into my eyes. I will join her one day on the other side.
Her sidekick Bella is confused right now. She’s looking for her mama dog. That will pass. I have laid out Echo’s collar for her in hopes that it helps her understand that Echo is not coming back.
Anyway, it isn’t often I have tears in my eyes, Today I do. She’s always got a place in my heart. I’m including a set of photos as a celebration of life for my sweet old girl. If you knew her please enjoy them…
Oh Tim I am so sorry!! She was such an awesome sweetheart. I'm sure Bella has taken a lot of personality from her, she will live on through her, and you will have to get Bella a little pup pal now! Sorry for your loss, it's so sad losing fur-babies :'(
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Recently had to put my Bailey Boy down due to cancer. 10yrs old wonderful dog with lots of drive. Will miss him greatly!
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Sorry for your loss
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Hard to believe this was three years ago. Miss you so much, little girl.
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Been meaning to post this.
I had to let my chocolate lab go to the rainbow bridge. :'(
RIP DUKE 4/27/2004-10/28/2017
He helped raise our kids, he was our 1st kid! Best damn duck hunting dog I have ever had, refused to give up!
I bought him in June 2004 for $500 from a local breeder. He was a real go getter! loved camping, hitting the water, and retrieves. Gosh I still miss the old days with him. He was like my son to me. He loved hunting, when I turned the truck off in the morning for those duck hunts, to get ready to hunt, he used to whine in the truck probably saying lets go! Lets go! When he got older his whining stopped. The last 2 years he really slowed down. He never whined or barked anymore. He had a spleen tumor and he was just too old to do surgery and possibly too much blood loss. He just looked at me and I knew. I am so glad that he was able to be with our kids and hunt. He was something special to our family.
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Well, I helped my lab cross over today. She was a little over 7 years old. She was ready. For me to try to extend her time any more would be selfish for me because her quality of life at this point would not improve going forward.
I got her at 7 weeks old. When she was 1.5 years old she went to Saskatchewan with me and had the experience of a lifetime hunting geese. Through her life she retrieved all 3 species of grouse, pheasant, chukar, quail, ducks and geese. She traveled about everywhere I went. She became so in tune with what I wanted a lot of the times I could get her to do what I wanted in the field with just a look.
Anyway, here’s what happened. 14 months ago she had a complete tumor blockage between her large and small intestine. I decided to go ahead with the surgery based on her age and physical condition. When the surgeon got in there it was apparent that cancer was the cause. He took out about 20% of her intestine and had samples tested to find out what kind of cancer it was. It was an aggressive form. After consulting with the dog oncologist we decided to fight it. The cancer finally became immune to the chemo treatments and got to her. We had went through 4 different forms of chemo. I was able to buy her 14 months of good health though. Today it became apparent that her quality of life was not going to be there going forward and would continue to decline so I made the call. She will be missed. She has gone the way of my previous labs: Kit, Cinder, Sassy, Missy, and Echo. My house is missing someone tonight…
This was her last hunt in January. For 7 years old she had a full life.
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Sorry for your loss.
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Man that's a heartbreaker. I remember when she was a pup and I met her for the first time at the boat launch in town. Glad I got to see her that one last time. Sorry bud.
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Gone way too soon. So sorry for your loss. :sry:
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Thanks guy's. Yes she went to young. Cancer is nasty. H20, I'm also really glad you got to see her one more time. I knew she didn't have a whole lot longer when I brought her by. Give your pup's an extra pet tonight. You never know what tomorrow brings...
Short update: I brought Bella home tonight. I guess you can call this a closure of sorts.
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Thanks for your stories. My truly friend Bud was a sheepdog. We spend 5 great years and than he was done. Hurtbreaking. Miss you
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Over the years I have read these posting knowing it would happen to me some day. Henry (my screen name) was my dogs name. He started as a birthday present for my son when he turned 8. He ended up being my best friend.
I have been around animals my whole life and always liked them, but Henry was different. Henry hunted harder than anyone or any other dog I have ever seen. It was not prefect like you see on TV or in the training books, but it was a drive like no other.
He gave me many weekend of hunting with my teenage son. Many kids, friend of the my son, killed their first upland birds behind Henry. Many times I would not even carry a gun, I simply loved watching him work, and the pride he showed bringing a bird back to a kid. He would hunt for anyone, but always a little harder for me.
Opening of Pheasant this year he flushed 1 rooster, when he retrieved it there was a hell of limp on both rear legs. He gave me the bird and headed to the truck...That was not him. After several visits to the Vet the last 6 weeks he got worse and worse and we had to put him down this weekend.
I have no idea how many Pheasants, huns, and quail he provided us over the years, but more importantly thank you for what you did for our family.
The best friend I have had. I know he is chasing birds right now pain free. Attached is my son's Senior picture with Henry. Hug your dogs and thank them for every bird they flush. Thanks for reading this.
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Dogs sure are the best.
Rest easy Henry
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Henry sounds like an amazing dog. Sorry for your loss and enjoy the memories of all the good times
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RIP Ruger , Best dog our family has ever had. Picked him up from HW member Blacktailer in 2014. Stopped eating and drinking completely and noticed he was thinner than normal so he went to the vet 3 times and they could not figure out what was wrong with him. Did all kinds of test but came up with nothing. After 8 days we could tell he was in bad shape so we made the call and took him in and put him to sleep(hardest thing I have ever done). The worst part of it all was my daughter asked Santa to help Him get better earlier that morning. Just bought our forever property and are currently building a home so He is buried up on the hill behind the house...
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Dangit....sorry buddy.
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This thread guts me every time because I know its a just matter of time for me. Ruger sounds like an irreplaceable friend and sure looks like you gave him a good life. Sorry for your loss.
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This thread guts me every time because I know its a just matter of time for me. Ruger sounds like an irreplaceable friend and sure looks like you gave him a good life. Sorry for your loss.
Same here, have an elderly dog myself. Sorry for your loss Ruger looks like he was a great dog
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This thread guts me every time because I know its a just matter of time for me. Ruger sounds like an irreplaceable friend and sure looks like you gave him a good life. Sorry for your loss.
Same here, have an elderly dog myself. Sorry for your loss Ruger looks like he was a great dog
Sorry for you loss. I have a chocolate and a black lab that thankfully are still young. Pets are our family.
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Over the years I have read these posting knowing it would happen to me some day. Henry (my screen name) was my dogs name. He started as a birthday present for my son when he turned 8. He ended up being my best friend.
I have been around animals my whole life and always liked them, but Henry was different. Henry hunted harder than anyone or any other dog I have ever seen. It was not prefect like you see on TV or in the training books, but it was a drive like no other.
He gave me many weekend of hunting with my teenage son. Many kids, friend of the my son, killed their first upland birds behind Henry. Many times I would not even carry a gun, I simply loved watching him work, and the pride he showed bringing a bird back to a kid. He would hunt for anyone, but always a little harder for me.
Opening of Pheasant this year he flushed 1 rooster, when he retrieved it there was a hell of limp on both rear legs. He gave me the bird and headed to the truck...That was not him. After several visits to the Vet the last 6 weeks he got worse and worse and we had to put him down this weekend.
I have no idea how many Pheasants, huns, and quail he provided us over the years, but more importantly thank you for what you did for our family.
The best friend I have had. I know he is chasing birds right now pain free. Attached is my son's Senior picture with Henry. Hug your dogs and thank them for every bird they flush. Thanks for reading this.
Dang, RIP Henry.
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This is a special thread but my heart sinks every time I see a new post, because I know that incredible pain (still miss you Abbey). To those owners of the last two memorials, prayers sent...looks like you gave them both amazing lives full of love. Life fades but the memories never do.
BD1
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Coal Train
7/25/09 - 7/25/20
Goodbye my friend
Fortunate to have this dog in my life and enjoy him for eleven years. Broke my heart to see him go. Was able to bring him home, wrap him in my hunting vest, and bury him in his favorite place in my yard. :'(
Goodbye Big Dog
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Whenever I see this thread pop back up my heart immediately sinks. Great looking dog! RIP
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Coal Train looked to have had a good life, and a good owner. Nothing worse than losing a dog. I am sorry for your loss.
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:'(
The parts I read, but RIP all the dogs.
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Not a thread i ever want to post in, but it happens.
We had to make that call for the oldest of our 3 labs, Echo. She was just shy of 15 and one of the best Labs we have had. She had a full life mothering 9 pups, mentoring 2 other labs, swimming/fetching machine, ATV rides, camping, duck hunting, and just an overall AWESOME friend.
:'( I miss ya sweet girl. :'(
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Never an easy thing, but looks like a great dog that lead an amazing life, 15 is old for any dog few labs make it that long. Clearly great home life. Love the pictures too!!
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Not a thread i ever want to post in, but it happens.
We had to make that call for the oldest of our 3 labs, Echo. She was just shy of 15 and one of the best Labs we have had. She had a full life mothering 9 pups, mentoring 2 other labs, swimming/fetching machine, ATV rides, camping, duck hunting, and just an overall AWESOME friend.
:'( I miss ya sweet girl. :'(
Good dogs make the world a better place. So sorry for your loss.
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No words...just prayers
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Avery was 11 years old and went into heart failure last week. She was a great dog and will be missed tremendously. (https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20210730/6f1c95045c1795c07369e7afff6858dd.jpg)
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Nope, nope, this thread no….
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Mans Best Friend. They teach us alot about life in their own way. I've been through a few over my lifespan and am forever grateful to everyone of them. Cherish the memories! All dogs go to Heaven!
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I am so sorry for all of your losses. We too had to have our 11 year old lab, Trigger, put down on Sunday. He fought cancer hard for a year, and it was time. Never cried so hard in my life. I may never have another dog. I don’t think I can go through this again.
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Boyd...
So sorry for your loss...such a devastating point in a wonderful ride. Reminds me of my last Chocolate...my latest one will get an extra hug and a treat tonight. Prayers to you and the family.
Mike and Cedar
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Trigger...
My condolences to you as well. The only way my family and I could make it through was to start over with another...they never replace, but life without a dog is just somehow less of a life for me.
Prayers,
Mike and Cedar
My old girl Abbey is somewhere on this sad thread...cant bring myself to find it.