Unfortunately, my first post here, isn't a very good one.
It's been one week and a day since I lost my best friend Rowdy. I got snowed in today, so I had a little time to surf the web and I've really enjoyed the reading, so I thought I'd share a little.
In a nutshell, Rowdy had been getting sick and we'd suspected pancreatitis. In the end, his kidneys had shut down.
It seemed so sudden, as he was in great shape, but I also know, that for a lab, anything over 10 years is borrowed time. He would have been 11 in just a couple of weeks.
This has been one of...if not THE hardest week of my life.
I picked up Rowdy from a pointing lab breeder out of Colorado.
For those that know the pointing lab names, he was out of Barracuda Swiss.
He was easy to train and you absolutely, could not have asked for anything more as a hunting dog OR a family companion.
The compliments I'd recieve on him from people I didn't even know in big hunting parties,...made me so proud.
He was a top notch waterfowl retriever, and worked pheasants methodically, but he absolutely LOVED hunting dead. He would run down crippled pheasants like his life depended on it.
I think his idea of heaven, would be a field full of winged pheasants with someone telling him "dead" occasionally...
And I HOPE that's exactly what he gets to do until we meet again.
It's been one week and a day since I lost my best friend Rowdy. I got snowed in today, so I had a little time to surf the web and I've really enjoyed the reading, so I thought I'd share a little.
In a nutshell, Rowdy had been getting sick and we'd suspected pancreatitis. In the end, his kidneys had shut down.
It seemed so sudden, as he was in great shape, but I also know, that for a lab, anything over 10 years is borrowed time. He would have been 11 in just a couple of weeks.
This has been one of...if not THE hardest week of my life.
I picked up Rowdy from a pointing lab breeder out of Colorado.
For those that know the pointing lab names, he was out of Barracuda Swiss.
He was easy to train and you absolutely, could not have asked for anything more as a hunting dog OR a family companion.
The compliments I'd recieve on him from people I didn't even know in big hunting parties,...made me so proud.
He was a top notch waterfowl retriever, and worked pheasants methodically, but he absolutely LOVED hunting dead. He would run down crippled pheasants like his life depended on it.
I think his idea of heaven, would be a field full of winged pheasants with someone telling him "dead" occasionally...
And I HOPE that's exactly what he gets to do until we meet again.