Post by: tlbradford on May 10, 2010, 10:30:57 PM
- 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.
Post by: tlbradford on May 10, 2010, 10:39:59 PM
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
Post by: Old Dog on May 11, 2010, 09:19:34 PM
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".
Post by: Curly on May 11, 2010, 09:29:21 PM
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Post by: ICEMAN on May 11, 2010, 09:36:05 PM
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.
Post by: Happy Gilmore on May 12, 2010, 10:23:02 AM
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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Post by: gasman on May 12, 2010, 12:56:14 PM
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.
Post by: Elkstuffer on May 12, 2010, 02:12:28 PM
Rest in peace buddy, rest in peace.
Henry (Shadows over the Henry's Fork) 11/8/96 - 5/20/08
Post by: NWHydroprint on May 19, 2010, 07:31:58 AM
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.
Post by: CoryTDF on June 10, 2010, 08:29:35 PM
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Post by: sisu on June 18, 2010, 07:27:45 PM
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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Post by: Blackfoot on December 09, 2010, 10:27:08 AM
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...
Post by: Team Baze on December 29, 2010, 06:31:46 AM
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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I am gonna break the rules and add two photos...
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Post by: Camp David on May 16, 2011, 09:42:49 PM
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Post by: jeepasaurusrex on August 13, 2011, 11:28:38 PM
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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Post by: ghosthunter on July 08, 2012, 09:24:18 PM
She never met a person she did not like or a hunt that was long enough.
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Post by: lokidog on November 03, 2012, 09:25:30 PM
Loki - 2/2002-8/2012
Gone but not forgotten.
Post by: csaaphill on November 12, 2012, 02:59:48 AM
Found him dead on the highway at 4am about two years ago will be missed buy all who knew him.
Post by: steen on March 09, 2013, 09:41:20 AM
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Post by: woodman on March 09, 2013, 10:32:12 AM
Post by: Old Dog on May 09, 2013, 12:08:38 AM
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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.
Post by: JJD on October 11, 2013, 09:20:46 AM
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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Post by: wildweeds on October 11, 2013, 04:32:55 PM
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.
Post by: RatherBOutdoors on December 11, 2013, 02:05:08 PM
Best hunting partner and friend I've ever had!
Post by: Mulieman on December 11, 2013, 04:06:22 PM
Patriot - Prince of Spades
7/4/98 - 5/2/13
Rest in peace of friend, see ya on the other side.
Post by: Brad Harshman on December 18, 2013, 11:27:17 AM
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Post by: AWS on December 18, 2013, 12:30:29 PM
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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Post by: madcow41 on January 01, 2014, 12:26:41 PM
Post by: pens fan on June 01, 2014, 06:42:57 PM
Nose to the wind, buddy, we will hunt again someday.
Post by: JJD on September 30, 2014, 08:29:28 AM
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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Post by: BD1 on December 17, 2014, 12:41:40 PM
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
Post by: BGLEMIN on April 22, 2015, 12:40:41 PM
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
Post by: mburrows on April 22, 2015, 12:49:07 PM
Post by: BGLEMIN on April 22, 2015, 01:01:46 PM
Rip zeke, sorry for ur loss bglemin
mburrows, Thank you!
Post by: BD1 on April 23, 2015, 08:34:11 AM
Thoughts and prayers to you and your family.
Mike
BD1
Post by: BGLEMIN on April 23, 2015, 09:20:54 AM
Post by: kirkland-mark on February 13, 2016, 10:24:34 AM
You were too good to me and the kids. We enjoyed the journey.
Post by: Goldeneye on February 15, 2016, 04:31:17 PM
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…
Post by: h20hunter on February 16, 2016, 08:52:31 AM
Post by: BD1 on February 16, 2016, 10:50:55 AM
Take care,
Mike BD1
Post by: Becky on February 17, 2016, 09:17:42 PM
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.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 :'(
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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Post by: Hi-Liter on November 20, 2017, 12:51:48 PM
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.
Post by: Goldeneye on July 04, 2018, 08:20:32 PM
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.
Post by: ghosthunter on July 04, 2018, 08:38:43 PM
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Post by: Old Dog on July 06, 2018, 11:26:41 AM
Post by: Goldeneye on July 08, 2018, 08:18:42 PM
Short update: I brought Bella home tonight. I guess you can call this a closure of sorts.
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Post by: Henrydog on December 02, 2019, 06:22:11 AM
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.
Post by: mburrows on December 02, 2019, 07:36:25 AM
Rest easy Henry
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Post by: Buckhunter24 on December 19, 2019, 04:46:58 PM
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
Post by: Russ McDonald on December 19, 2019, 04:49:56 PM
Sorry for you loss. I have a chocolate and a black lab that thankfully are still young. Pets are our family.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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Post by: TVHunts on December 19, 2019, 05:04:26 PM
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.
Post by: BD1 on December 20, 2019, 10:37:14 AM
BD1
Post by: 87Ford on July 28, 2020, 11:01:37 AM
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
Post by: vandeman17 on July 28, 2020, 11:04:27 AM
Post by: Henrydog on July 28, 2020, 11:13:13 AM
Post by: csaaphill on November 27, 2020, 06:55:28 PM
The parts I read, but RIP all the dogs.
Post by: NOCK NOCK on February 04, 2021, 06:53:29 PM
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. :'(
Post by: Birdguy on February 04, 2021, 08:23:33 PM
Post by: mburrows on February 04, 2021, 08:42:02 PM
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.
Post by: BD1 on February 04, 2021, 09:43:33 PM
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Post by: Trigger05-11 on July 29, 2021, 09:09:46 PM
Post by: BD1 on July 29, 2021, 09:12:15 PM
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
Post by: BD1 on July 29, 2021, 09:16:42 PM
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.
Post by: bulldogs40 on September 12, 2022, 07:59:18 PM
Just got back from putting our girl down. Hard to put into words how much she meant but I’ll try. My fiancé is a veterinarian and while I was on my last deployment she got a breeder surrender that the breeder was going to euthanize. The poor thing was born with a cleft pallet and after it was repaired and sent home, the police found her in the ditch with a broken pelvis after being hit by a car. She survived and the breeder signed her over to my fiancé rather than pay the bill. I came home from deployment to a 8 month old overweight lab that had bad knees and limped after wrestling with our other dogs. We made a decision that we weren’t going to treat her like she was broken. I started training her to hunt and even took her out that first year. More heart than any dog I’ve ever seen. The type of dog that made you look good. All you had to do figure out how to show her what you wanted and she would do anything to make you happy. She lost almost 20 lbs and turned into a machine… it’s almost like the first time she got a bird in her mouth it unlocked 200 years of genetics. Almost immediately got over the knee issues and drive went through the roof. The crazy thing is that she never lost her personality of the sweetest dog you’ve ever seen. She just wanted to say hello to everyone, she was completely bombproof with everything from gunshots to kids. Breaks my heart that at 2 1/2 years old today we found out she has cancer and chose to put her down. Massive abscess in her abdomen and cancer in her liver. This year would have been her first full year in the duck blind. If there is any silver lining is that last month we put a deposit on a male lab that is from her fathers side. We are picking up her half brother on October first. I’m a little torn between sadness and bitterness. It’s not fair the good ones leave to soon.
Post by: bulldogs40 on September 12, 2022, 08:02:58 PM
His name is Kirby
Post by: Sandberm on September 12, 2022, 08:17:56 PM
My rescue dog got run over and killed last March at his peak fitness. He was skin and bones when i found him in 2016, took a lot of training to get him half way friendly,...but man was he loyal, and so darn smart.
We really miss him, but we did give him another 5 or so years he wouldn't have had... :'(
Post by: mburrows on September 13, 2022, 09:05:00 AM
Post by: JKEEN33 on September 20, 2022, 12:13:34 PM
old friend
Post by: BD1 on September 20, 2022, 12:48:33 PM
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Post by: 7mmfan on October 04, 2023, 09:16:18 AM
Thank you for bringing this thread up, i'm sure there are plenty of companions that need to be added to this, mine uncluded.
Post by: NOCK NOCK on December 13, 2023, 07:04:56 AM
My favorite pic out of hundreds of my Timber. The only thing that makes me less sad is knowing she is playing once again with her best buddy Echo yellow dog.
Post by: JWBINX on December 13, 2023, 07:46:48 AM
Sorry to here about your loss.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Love those Labs!
Post by: 7mmfan on December 13, 2023, 08:19:15 AM
This is her last retrieve. The last bird of a limit in December 2020, the day I retired her.
Post by: Taco280AI on December 13, 2023, 08:20:08 AM
(https://imagizer.imageshack.com/v2/1024x768q70/923/QTlE0T.jpg) (https://imageshack.com/i/pnQTlE0Tj)
Post by: ghosthunter on March 14, 2024, 08:02:32 PM
Will miss you Isabell.
Post by: Henrydog on March 18, 2024, 07:06:30 PM
Post by: ghosthunter on March 18, 2024, 08:55:30 PM
she looks like a heck of a girl Ghost.
Yeah she was a great camp dog. Belonged to the old guy behind her. He is heart broken.
By the end of season she would be black. Layed in the cook shack next to the wood stove mooching for breakfast left overs.
Post by: fishngamereaper on January 19, 2025, 01:06:29 PM
Sad day for us...had to put down our lab...Koda...11 years young.... to young... Ireland lab pup..
Man this sux...I like dogs more than people...his doodle brother from another mother is going to be lost without him..
House feels empty
Post by: ghosthunter on January 19, 2025, 01:27:21 PM
:'(
Sad day for us...had to put down our lab...Koda...11 years young.... to young... Ireland lab pup..
Man this sux...I like dogs more than people...his doodle brother from another mother is going to be lost without him..
House feels empty
Sad to hear. I too have an old Ireland dog. 12 now. I expect her to be around a little longer as I protected her joints and kept her weight in check. But ya never know. Nothing worse than putting your dog down.
Post by: Russ McDonald on January 20, 2025, 12:32:08 PM
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