LI-Jack
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I was a younger man when Durham was given to me as a gift. She was only 8 weeks old when I got her, and what a great gift. I trained her as best as I knew how and eventually became the owner she deserved. She was my first (and only) hunting dog that I was blessed to have had for so many years. I tried to prepare for the inevitable, the day I would have to say good bye, but there was no way I could prepare for my emotions.
I'll remember all the days we hunted and swam together, the bedspreads that she chewed though when she was an adolescent- not to mention the stack of old hunting mags she shreaded. I'll remember the nudges to get my attention and the cold nose from the backseat startling those in the front as she pressed it against their cheeks in an attempt to give a doggie kiss. I'll always remember the 4:00 am cyclone spin when I grabbed the gun and you'd almost wake up the rest of the family as we left to go hunting. I'll remember so many things that I thought were trivial at the time but now that you are gone those memories are treasures. I'll remember you as my first child, who listened better then the 2 legged kind.
I spent over a third of my life hunting with Durham. They were the best years and some of the worst, but she was always there, tail wagging and always proud.
I miss her.
I'll remember all the days we hunted and swam together, the bedspreads that she chewed though when she was an adolescent- not to mention the stack of old hunting mags she shreaded. I'll remember the nudges to get my attention and the cold nose from the backseat startling those in the front as she pressed it against their cheeks in an attempt to give a doggie kiss. I'll always remember the 4:00 am cyclone spin when I grabbed the gun and you'd almost wake up the rest of the family as we left to go hunting. I'll remember so many things that I thought were trivial at the time but now that you are gone those memories are treasures. I'll remember you as my first child, who listened better then the 2 legged kind.
I spent over a third of my life hunting with Durham. They were the best years and some of the worst, but she was always there, tail wagging and always proud.
I miss her.
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