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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.

Happy Gilmore:
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.

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..........

The day we brought him home.

Sorry, could not decide on just one. Hope you all forgive me.

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

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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