Well my bubba boy left us this sunny afternoon as he lay on the green grass outside the vets office. He gave up the fight and we choose to let him go where there isn't any pain, shortness of breath or sore limbs.
Hunter wasn't a once in a life time dog but he was a dog that I wouldn't want to live a life time without. He wasn't a MH or HRCH, but he had to be my best gun dog ever, he was the one that got the nod for duck season, and opening day of Grouse. He was the dog that rode in the truck until we need a bird pick up at a test, a test dog (if the judges didn't mind be telling him to sit after every bird went down) for just about every level, in fact he was a pick up dog for Lake Champlain Retriever Club AM one year, for a very brief moment.
He was a quiet old slob of a dog, who set the record for long drool hanging from his mouth when you got out the peanut butter. I wanted to measure it once but felt he at least deserved the dignity of no one really knowing just how gross he could be
He had more nicknames then any dog I ever owned:
Monkey man ( toy monkey that he lugged around even until the morning he went to the vets)
Squirm (long ugly story there)
I am sure there are more that many of you will remember me calling him, some you can't print here......
He was Meg's companion and her bunching bag all at the same time and he loved every minute of it and her.
He never sat and stayed when told and I really just didn't care that he followed me around when I had the dinner bowls. He was my Bubba Man and my Musha Musha, he was a great pillow to lay on while watching TV when you were sick. He always smelled like cedar and dog cookies, peanut butter dog cookies he had a comfort about him that helped me to stay calm in times of trouble.
I will miss you my Bubba Boy, God speed, don't break too many times for him!!!! And for goodness sake please come when the Lord calls you... geesh show some manners! I will miss you but will never forget you.