This may sound campy... but I don't care... So here goes...
Last weekend I had to put my hunting buddy down. She was my best buddy and unconditional best friend. She retrieved her first Kansas pheasant at 10 months old and was always ready for more after that.
She was by my side for 14 years, and now the house feels empty... and what really sucks is so do I. Her name was Shasta... a black lab with more character than most people I work with every day, and some of those I hang out with every weekend.
I'm trying to start looking for a new pup... or perhaps an older started dog with potential... but we all know that they can never replace what's been lost.
I know I'm not alone out here... but this hurts and sucks and I miss her.
I don't really know why I'm posting it here... other than anyone looking is a hunter and can relate on some level.
I'm tipping a few back in her honor tonight... you all can join me if you like. Here's to good dogs everywhere, and I hope they all go to Heaven... cause if they don't... I don't want to go either.