Another rough day. This one stung a lot. We decided to put down our dog, Brie. She was a great dog, and I have a lot of great hunting memories with her. She had 4 hip dysplasia surgeries and an ACL surgery, starting as early as 6 months. The Vet had told us she would not be able to hunt, and would have a hard time getting around. Much to our surprise, she did excellent with the surgeries. It slowed her down, but allowed her to not over run birds. I remember trip when my father, Brie, and I walked a field that had just been walked by 3 dogs and a group of 6. She was still able to get bird up, and find a downed bird that they missed and could not find. She was a hunting machine. She hunted until she was 9, which for any dog is pretty damn good. It broke my heart when I would pull up with our hunting vehicle only to leave her behind.
The worst part about it was it wasn't her mind, it was her body. She pretty much only used her front legs to walk, until they gave out too.
Hug your dogs tight, take them for a walk. They don't live long enough
With my dad, who is taking this rough
Goodbye, buddy.
Mods, move this if this is not the it place, just needed to get this off my chest.
The worst part about it was it wasn't her mind, it was her body. She pretty much only used her front legs to walk, until they gave out too.
Hug your dogs tight, take them for a walk. They don't live long enough
With my dad, who is taking this rough
Goodbye, buddy.
Mods, move this if this is not the it place, just needed to get this off my chest.
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