I lost my first English Springer last March after 14 great years. Her last couple of seasons were tough for her physically but her heart was always strong. It would always break my heart when I left her behind. But I knew I would not be able to stop her from hurting heself. I would only let her hunt for less than an hour, sometimes only 15 minutes, in the final days. You could see how proud she was if she found a bird for me. I am glad I got her out even if it was only for a short hunt. We had that special bond right until her last breath. The picture is the last bird she ever got. It only took her 10 minutes to find it. I'll never forget her.
Bill G.
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