I had to put my best bud to sleep last night. His health just got too bad and I wasn’t going to make him suffer. I was wrong about having another month or two. I took him training on Sunday and did short retrieves and then I was just hand throwing marks. Towards the end he was breaking and I didn’t care. Matter of fact I just encouraged it because he was having so much fun. I had to end the session before he wanted to because I knew if I let him go too long he’d have problems later in the night. I just didn’t know it’d be our last time of training together.
As I was leaving work yesterday my wife called and said that when I got home we’d have to take him to the emergency room because he wasn’t doing well. I drove 95 mph at times and probably cut people off on the way home. I got there and he wouldn’t eat or fetch. His favorite things in the world. I took him to our vet knowing the answer, but I needed verification. I got that verification. I held him and petted him while they injected him to end his suffering. Yeah I cried.
He was a great dog. He had his APLA 4xGrand Master Pointing Retriever title, UKC Hunting Retriever Champion title, and AKC Master Hunter Title (which he and I went 6 for 6). His greatest title was “MY Dog and Friend”. Having and training him made me a better person and a better Dad to my 5 year old son. He gave me more than I gave him.
I miss ya boy. I miss my shadow around the house and I miss being met at the door when I get home. Go take care of my Dad and I’ll see ya when I see ya.
God speed JD