It's so hard to lose a dog.
Late Friday night my mom called me to let me know that our family dog had a really awful day and that he was no longer eating or drinking. When I visited the weekend before he seemed pretty old, but still happy. He muffed up a couple of barks for me when I got there. I tried to sing to him like I always did when I lived there, but he had completely lost his hearing and couldn't hear me. This is the last picture we took of him.
These are things I remember about Hunter:
He would always bark in excitement whenever we came home to visit.
He loved Kelly, our other family dog.
He used to go swimming with us all the way out in the middle of the river. If we forgot him he would swim the whole way out and then jump in the boat when he got there.
My dad used to let him and Kelly run in the river till they were tired, then they would get in the boat and drift back.
He always growled at me when he had a bone. He growled at me more than anyone actually. The doctor said it was part of putting me in "pecking order." It was his way of showing dominance.
Once he even protected the Christmas tree when we wrapped a bone for him. He laid there all night waiting to open his present.
He loved his walks down the lane.
He was all in all just a really great dog.
His nicknames were Hunter Bunter and Hunt. (Creative I know.)
He was my dad's best friend.
I wish I could remember more about him, but it's hard to think about him now that he's gone.
I love you Hunter! I'll miss you buddy.