Gambles Bluegrass Baron
Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 7:18 am
Baron was nearly 13 years old and lived his last 3 years with us as a his "retirement" in the grouse woods of the U.P. His retirement consisted of hunting 40 days a year, woodcock banding in the spring, swimming in the lake in the summer, and occupying the foot of the bed "under covers."
Baron lived a full life before that worthless cancer invaded his body. By the time we realized something was wrong, it had metastasized across his vital organs and had him in a death grip.
The vet gave him a couple of weeks, but after just one night of sleeplessness, listening to him breathing terribly, I decided it was time to let him leave this world with some dignity and honor.
Yesterday I took him on one last grouse hunt where he pointed a grouse and a woodcock, then off to the club for a couple of pheasants...I hope in his mind he got the mother of all trips in the grouse woods and the Dakotas in one day.
From there we went to the vet and he went like the brave dog he was with his head cradled in my hands and grouse tailfan tucked under his chin.
We will miss you dearly Baron...thank you for making our lives better.
You were a faithful companion without a mean bone in your body. I selfishly wished that you would make it until my son was born but he is coming a little late and you are leaving a little early. He will most certainly hear stories about you.
You were by all means a "grouse dog" by every standard used to measure it...as sad as it was, it was almost fitting that you left this place during the time of year you loved so much.
Rest in peace old man...may you be running with your daddy, with your lungs and heart back, in the vast covers of the sky.
Gamble's Bluegrass Baron: 01/25/98 - 10/22/10
Baron lived a full life before that worthless cancer invaded his body. By the time we realized something was wrong, it had metastasized across his vital organs and had him in a death grip.
The vet gave him a couple of weeks, but after just one night of sleeplessness, listening to him breathing terribly, I decided it was time to let him leave this world with some dignity and honor.
Yesterday I took him on one last grouse hunt where he pointed a grouse and a woodcock, then off to the club for a couple of pheasants...I hope in his mind he got the mother of all trips in the grouse woods and the Dakotas in one day.
From there we went to the vet and he went like the brave dog he was with his head cradled in my hands and grouse tailfan tucked under his chin.
We will miss you dearly Baron...thank you for making our lives better.
You were a faithful companion without a mean bone in your body. I selfishly wished that you would make it until my son was born but he is coming a little late and you are leaving a little early. He will most certainly hear stories about you.
You were by all means a "grouse dog" by every standard used to measure it...as sad as it was, it was almost fitting that you left this place during the time of year you loved so much.
Rest in peace old man...may you be running with your daddy, with your lungs and heart back, in the vast covers of the sky.
Gamble's Bluegrass Baron: 01/25/98 - 10/22/10