At eleven o'clock this morning I said goodbye to the best dog and one of the best friends I've ever had in my 60 years. Jackson was a 14 year old German Shorthair/Red Healer mix. We got him as a pup. In his prime, he could point a bird in the morning, herd cattle all afternoon and still be ready for the evening hunt. Over the past year, his health had been failing rapidly. A tumor removed, the loss of muscle mass in the hind quarters until a couple of days ago he got to the point where he couldn't get up to use the bathroom. One last trip to the vet and we brought him home to his final rest.
Fellas, as John Wayne would say, "my hides as tough as boot leather", but as that ol' dogs eyes closed for the last time, I was wiping away tears.
Goodbye old friend, till we meet again!
Thanks for listening,