My son asked me to come say my goodbye to his dog yesterday. A yellow lab 0f 13 years he taught to shed hunt and jump off the dock.
In the years we shed hunted in northern Canada he found the bulk of the sheds. He did well jumping off the dock at 23 feet.
As i said my goodbyes he would wag his tail and i did question what was to happen.
As a farm boy i had more than my share of crying with the dogs and cats i knew. On the farm most had a shorter life and is why i only had 2 cats and 2 dogs earlier. No, the joy of ownership was not for me. To many cries. Life to short.
He sent me pictures of his days and as i look at his current picture i understood the need to go on.
Some have posted about their animals and i again understand. The memories are wonderful but.
I understand why for me i could not have ownership anymore. Life is just too hard.
In the years we shed hunted in northern Canada he found the bulk of the sheds. He did well jumping off the dock at 23 feet.
As i said my goodbyes he would wag his tail and i did question what was to happen.
As a farm boy i had more than my share of crying with the dogs and cats i knew. On the farm most had a shorter life and is why i only had 2 cats and 2 dogs earlier. No, the joy of ownership was not for me. To many cries. Life to short.
He sent me pictures of his days and as i look at his current picture i understood the need to go on.
Some have posted about their animals and i again understand. The memories are wonderful but.
I understand why for me i could not have ownership anymore. Life is just too hard.
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