My sincere condolences. Losing a dog is one of the worst experiences, inevitable since they never last as long as us.

Every time I hunt my Uncle's farm it's a bittersweet experience, as there's a high hill overlooking all the fields, draws, and ponds that hold game, topped by a a fence row with a line of collars hanging on it. All my old friends now perpetually standing watch over it all.

Regards
Ken

Last edited by Ken61; 05/26/17 08:31 AM.
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