This is a little ahead of time, but whether she makes it through the night or not, tomorrow will be the last day for my dad's dog. I knew her for fourteen years and hunted behind her from my second year hunting up until two years ago, twelve years in total. In the end, the arthritis overtook her joints and she developed a benign tumor that started to take over her entire body. For the last few days she would not drink, and she hasn't gone to the bathroom. I believe she is in the end stages of renal failure. It always seems so unfair that the days of a good dog are so few. I learned to hunt rabbits over her, and she put many in the bag. She was a great friend over the years, and at the last all I can do now is wish her peace in the final part of her journey. Squirt, it was a pleasure to walk this life with you, even if the moment was far too brief. I love you girl. Goodbye
A bad day hunting rabbits beats a good day of anything else!
Squirt, it was a pleasure to walk this life with you, even if the moment was far too brief. I love you girl. Goodbye
Sorry for your loss, whenever the end does come.
Unfortunately the good, the bad, and the ugly about a great rabbit dog.
My prayers and thoughts are with you through this tough, yet nesassary part of life.