John Robinson
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This is a picture of Cody on his last duck hunt at the age of twelve. We had to put him down yesterday at age 13 1/2, but he had a wonderful life right through yesterday.
He has had pretty bad arthritis for a couple of years, was totally deaf in the left ear and not to good in the right, he could still see, but not great, in other words he was an old dog who had pushed himself very hard doing what he loved to do. The last year he was our "front seat dog" on trips or even around town, I took him to work with me, where he would just sleep under my desk, he slept at the foot of the bed every night including his last night. He was a dog very set routines, there was no sleeping in past his usual time, he got up at a certain time, went outside, back inside it was breakfast time, then we went to work, ect...
Yesterday was like any other day. As a matter of fact, I called my wife in the afternoon because I had stopped by an empty field to air Cody and Yoda after a meeting with a client in town and Cody was so animated running around, checking everything out, it was like he was two years younger. Then he came back to the truck and plopped his big front paws up on the tailgate asking for a lift into the truck. After that we went back to the office where both dogs napped while I worked. Then Cody was making a commotion frantically pawing with his front paws trying to get up. I calmed him down and he was able to get up go outside to poop then back inside, up and down three steps. A little later he did the same thing and I knew he was dying. I rushed him to the vet, front seat with his head on my lap and my wife met us there. Cody was still comfortable but after a little testing and an xray we found a tumor had burst in his abdomen and he was bleeding out. The vet sedated him and we said our goodbys as we petted him, then the vet put him to sleep one final time.
I like to think of him up there with his best buddy Kimo who passed a few years ago, both dogs checking out the local hunting spots waiting for Dad and his model 12.
He has had pretty bad arthritis for a couple of years, was totally deaf in the left ear and not to good in the right, he could still see, but not great, in other words he was an old dog who had pushed himself very hard doing what he loved to do. The last year he was our "front seat dog" on trips or even around town, I took him to work with me, where he would just sleep under my desk, he slept at the foot of the bed every night including his last night. He was a dog very set routines, there was no sleeping in past his usual time, he got up at a certain time, went outside, back inside it was breakfast time, then we went to work, ect...
Yesterday was like any other day. As a matter of fact, I called my wife in the afternoon because I had stopped by an empty field to air Cody and Yoda after a meeting with a client in town and Cody was so animated running around, checking everything out, it was like he was two years younger. Then he came back to the truck and plopped his big front paws up on the tailgate asking for a lift into the truck. After that we went back to the office where both dogs napped while I worked. Then Cody was making a commotion frantically pawing with his front paws trying to get up. I calmed him down and he was able to get up go outside to poop then back inside, up and down three steps. A little later he did the same thing and I knew he was dying. I rushed him to the vet, front seat with his head on my lap and my wife met us there. Cody was still comfortable but after a little testing and an xray we found a tumor had burst in his abdomen and he was bleeding out. The vet sedated him and we said our goodbys as we petted him, then the vet put him to sleep one final time.
I like to think of him up there with his best buddy Kimo who passed a few years ago, both dogs checking out the local hunting spots waiting for Dad and his model 12.
