This past Saturday I lost my best Bud. We took our 11-year old Ridgeback, Kona, to the vet as something was just off. An examination and chest x-rays revealed a chest cavity filled with cancer. The vet didn't think he would have lasted the week. With my wife and I hugging him we had him put to sleep.
He was always a boat dog even as a pup as seen here with his big sister.
He didn't care much for rough water but slow speed cruising was just his style....
He loved the move to Louisiana as he now had 3/4 acre to roam and run in with plenty of squirrels to chase.
This dog loved to run and 2 weeks ago we had weather in the high 70s and he got to go out and run like crazy....even at 11 years old. I think that was his "last best day." But really for Kona, his best day was any day just being with me. Man, am I going to miss him.
Shawn
He was always a boat dog even as a pup as seen here with his big sister.
He didn't care much for rough water but slow speed cruising was just his style....
He loved the move to Louisiana as he now had 3/4 acre to roam and run in with plenty of squirrels to chase.
This dog loved to run and 2 weeks ago we had weather in the high 70s and he got to go out and run like crazy....even at 11 years old. I think that was his "last best day." But really for Kona, his best day was any day just being with me. Man, am I going to miss him.
Shawn