I've had more than a few dogs over the years, not all were gun dogs, but PJ was that once in a lifetime dog for me. I knew it was coming, but that doesn't really make it any easier. I'm too jacked up at the moment to properly eulogize him, but we did the damn thing.
He picked up my son's first duck, along with the other thousand or so. Today we buried him on a hill, overlooking one of the ancient rice fields where he plied his trade.
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