Rest well old friend, with the deepest in love and appreciation from the pack you served so well, for so long, in so many ways.
For 14 years, more than one-third of my hunting career, you faithfully began every day with a tail snapping with excitement and eyes filled with unfading love and anticipation. You never missed a step or a stroke, doubted my guidance or quit before I called a task to an end.
I shared more outdoors miles, and smiles afield, with you than anyone else in my life.
Here's hoping you've moved to a place where the air is cool, the water warm, to where snow frosts the pheasant fields and turkeys are as thick the blades of grass in the yard where you aged with dignity.
I trust you know the decision I made today was more for your own good than for mine, just like I trust the tears I shed today will be replaced 1,000-fold by the sweet memories I’ll so celebrate in the future.
Well done, Hank, very well done.
“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.” -- Agness Sligh Turnbull
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, when I die, I want to go where they went.” -- Will Rogers
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