His father left us a year and a half ago to much to lose in such a short period of time. Conner’s illness hit fast, one morning he was playing hard with our other dog then an hour later he could hardly stand up. He was strong and healthy but when all the x-rays, ultrasounds, and blood work were done we could not escape the inevitable; my big strong boy was dying. A malicious tumor on his spleen had ruptured, he was bleeding to death. Our vet is one in a million, instead of sitting on the fence with cold percentages and unjustified hope she told us our options but finished by saying “if this was my companion I would only do one thing end his pain”…and that we did.
He was in good enough shape to spend his last night at home, although are vet had prepared us for the worst, labored breathing leading to death, or the best we could hope for was he would pass in his sleep. But the intravenous fluids did there job when we left the vet hospital Conner was surprisingly well. A quick trip to Burger King for some double bacon cheese burgers then home for an all night movie marathon with a pizza delivery at 3am, extra meat. My boy meet his end they way he lived it, strong, happy, and on his feet. He met the vet at the door tail wagging.
His life ended how it began twelve and a half years ago, on the couch wrapped in his favorite blanket surrounded by the ones who loved him and who he loved.
His final resting place will be in a hand carved mallard decoy done by world class decoy carver Ian Feir, a fitting tribute to a world class dog.
Safe Journeys!
Conner pheasant hunting
Conner and his father Zack in their "field blinds"
Conner at 12 years old with his first Chuckar
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It sounds like he had a good run at life though! 
