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Today was a rough day, as my 13 year old Black Lab, Cody, passed away this morning. She'd been failing physically for some time now, her vision was going with cataracts, her hearing was shot, and she didn't breath very well anymore, but her nose was still strong, her tail still wagged all the time and she always wanted her ears scratched every day.
When I went to select a new dog back then, she picked me out, as she came over and kept untying my shoes while I was looking at the other pups in her litter. After she wouldn't leave me alone, I figured that we were meant to be together, or at least that she thought so. Anyway, we had a lot of great years of duck hunting together and my son grew up with her in the blind about the time he got his first hunting license. They sort of drew up together from a duck hunting standpoint. We knew her time was short, as her health had been failing for a whille, and my son was home for this weekend for the first time in a long time, before having to fly back to LA for his job. When I called him this morning to tell him we'd lost our partner, his first words were how glad he was to be home last weekend and spend time with her one last time. I took her to the duck club this morning to lay her to rest on a little island that sticks up out of the pond where she'd retrieved more birds than from any of our other blinds. I guess it's my little way of getting to keep my labs close to me, as my lab that preceeded her, Zach, is also buried up there.
Her she is after one of her last hunts.
Today was a rough day, as my 13 year old Black Lab, Cody, passed away this morning. She'd been failing physically for some time now, her vision was going with cataracts, her hearing was shot, and she didn't breath very well anymore, but her nose was still strong, her tail still wagged all the time and she always wanted her ears scratched every day.
When I went to select a new dog back then, she picked me out, as she came over and kept untying my shoes while I was looking at the other pups in her litter. After she wouldn't leave me alone, I figured that we were meant to be together, or at least that she thought so. Anyway, we had a lot of great years of duck hunting together and my son grew up with her in the blind about the time he got his first hunting license. They sort of drew up together from a duck hunting standpoint. We knew her time was short, as her health had been failing for a whille, and my son was home for this weekend for the first time in a long time, before having to fly back to LA for his job. When I called him this morning to tell him we'd lost our partner, his first words were how glad he was to be home last weekend and spend time with her one last time. I took her to the duck club this morning to lay her to rest on a little island that sticks up out of the pond where she'd retrieved more birds than from any of our other blinds. I guess it's my little way of getting to keep my labs close to me, as my lab that preceeded her, Zach, is also buried up there.
Her she is after one of her last hunts.