It took me a few days, but I've worked up to posting this. The family had to say goodbye to my 2nd Best Friend and hunting partner for the last 13 years on Monday.
14 years ago I talked SWMBO into a hound because she was working full time & going to school at night, so I was going to be lonely. Of course, he had to be a working dog; no free lunch here. When I went to pick out a dog I took a pocketful of pheasant feathers with me. The lady breeding the hounds told me to go in the room where the pups were and pick one out. There were about 5-6 pups running around the floor, so I took the feathers out and threw them in the middle of the floor. All but one took a look; he stalked them like they were his last meal, paused in an almost perfect point, and pounced like it was live or die. "I want that one" I said and he took the ride home with me. We spent hours in the field perfecting his craft, and according to many people he was one of the best hunting dogs they've ever seen in action. Goodbye, Pilsner, you were the man.
That's a good looking hound!
I'm sorry for your loss. The memories from a good dog will live forever.
Bye Bye Blue
Speaking as a man who has confronted his own mortality a time or two, I hope to maybe one day be eulogized as lovingly and well as you have done here for Pilsner.
I'll help give him a good Viking wake as soon as I'm free to raise the horn.
Sorry for your loss. I/we have always had dogs here. It's just not right that they live such short lives. They should grow old with us.
I went through it 2 months ago (search CODY) It ain't easy. But...it gets better
Rob,
Sorry for your loss, very handsome looking dog, funny how our dogs become more than dogs, their companions and cherished clan members, RIP, God Speed.
-BbB 🙁
> It took me a few days, but I've worked up to posting this. The family had to say goodbye to my 2nd Best Friend and hunting partner for the last 13 years on Monday.
> 14 years ago I talked SWMBO into a hound because she was working full time & going to school at night, so I was going to be lonely. Of course, he had to be a working dog; no free lunch here. When I went to pick out a dog I took a pocketful of pheasant feathers with me. The lady breeding the hounds told me to go in the room where the pups were and pick one out. There were about 5-6 pups running around the floor, so I took the feathers out and threw them in the middle of the floor. All but one took a look; he stalked them like they were his last meal, paused in an almost perfect point, and pounced like it was live or die. "I want that one" I said and he took the ride home with me. We spent hours in the field perfecting his craft, and according to many people he was one of the best hunting dogs they've ever seen in action. Goodbye, Pilsner, you were the man.
I'm sorry for your loss, Rob. 🙁 I like the "Pilsner" name you gave him; it's different and sounds cool. :love: Hugs to you and your wife. :love:
Rob
As I write this I am listening to our two "rescue" dogs playing in the front yard. The best way to remember Pilsner is to adopt another dog. Think of all the unwanted dogs out there that are just waiting for someone to love them the way you did Pilsner. While any other dog will never replace him they will take your mind off your grieving and offer unconditional love.
Andy
