The day is sux to be a dog owner

I had to put my almost 12 year old chocolate lab female "Faith" down this morning. I had seen her health start to go downhill lately but when she started having seizures, it was time to do the dignified thing and end her pain.

She was bred to be a field and water dog--a hunter. I gave a small fortune for her at 10 months old but even then, she was only about 50 pounds of solid energy. What she lacked in butt size, she made up in heart and get-go. She would fight a chainsaw but was the most loving thing around.

She produced 38 pups in 4 litters and 37 of them lived to be some of the best dogs out there. Many have titled multiple times. One of them is now a renowned blood trailer and shed hunter. She has found many deer that others have given up on.

Life is going to have a void for some time where she stood.

RIP Big Creek's Leap of Faith SH

Sorry for your loss. Appreciate you doing to correct option. Sounds like she gave you a ton of memories to download for smiles and warm feelings. Enjoyed the times I was around her. Feel your pain buddy.

Sorry to hear this, but we all face it if we have dogs... They never live long enough, and rarely out live the owner. I am not sure if dogs go to heaven, but I hope they do!

I'm sorry for your loss dux. It's always hard to do it but it is the right thing to do sometimes. I hope to make as much an impact in a lifetime as a dog can make in its 12 or so years.


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Sad day for sure. sounds like she was a good dog for you.

Sorry for your loss, I know they are just like your child. I lost one last year, and I still tear up thinking about her. There will always be a big whole in my heart for Baby Girl. They never live long enough, and all they want is to please you. Hope you'll get to feeling a little better soon....God Bless You and Faith .....

Terribly sorry for your loss. Nothing hurts like that. I've lost 3 wonderful dogs over the years.

Sorry for your loss.
I like my dogs more then mot people.
Buried my buddy a year ago febuary and still miss him something terrible.

Sorry for your loss. That hurts a lot. But we can't let them suffer. It's been a year and a half since I had to say good bye to my dog. He went every place with me and I still miss him. The passenger seat in my truck has a dip where he used to sit and his collar still hangs on the rear-view mirror. But time makes it easier. You will have lots of good memories.

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.


After a while, they came to a white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, was a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, the man saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"


"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.


"Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.


"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."


"Can my friend come in, too?" the traveler asked.


"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."


The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.


"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"


"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."


"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to his dog.


"There should be a bowl by the pump."


They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.


When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.


"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.


"This is Heaven," he answered.


"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."


"Oh, you mean the place with the pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."


"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"


"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

It doesn't happen often Dux, but I'm at a loss for words. Not because I don't have any. but because none will that will ease your sense of loss. A few months back I had to put my little dog down, and haven't gotten past it yet. If I got up to go anywhere or do anything, she was on her feet and at my side. She fully believed the sun rose and set on me. So sorry to hear of your loss. There will be others but none will be like her. God Bless Brother.

I'm gonna miss her face resting on my leg at visits to the shop ...

:-(

Rickie

As one lab man to another. I am so sorry for your loss.. I had to put my HRC Champion down in 2002...I still think I see her every once in a while...her whistle and my calls are still hanging the last place we used them...I went from hunting over 20 days a season..to nothing....Hope she will RIP, and you will find peace...I wish I could.....

mrdux..as I write I have tears in my eyes..it takes me back to my Labs..I put down 3, all hunters, and companions..YOU have my most profound sympathies..I know how you feel..it hurts still ...bill...:pray