Chuck, there's always hope, the expectation that we'll find a way to get through this, maybe solace from another dog. In two hours, my wife and I will be looking at another dog. We wonder if there could be another Jake, who died two years ago. I'm 85 and it seemed too late to train and see another dog through. We wouldn't make impositions on family members beyond the grave.
A gunning buddy told me this week of a good four-year-old stud Lab who may be available in the near future. More importantly, and generously on my friend's part, he said he would happily take him if family members or I for any reason could not. If he's companionable and of Lab distinguishing tractable nature, we'll take him; his ribbons mean nothing to me. I'm hoping.
