Until she said those words, I was thinking about how much I was going to miss him, not how happy he was going to be with his two hunting partners Tucker and Riley. That's where he was the best, when he was on the hill with them. The last two years Dakota's health was slipping and he was unable to hunt any longer. He did well around the house but his enthusiasm diminished significantly. Finally his doggie dementia and lack of comfort did him in. His pain told us we had to let him go.
Barb and I thought letting Dakota go would be easier than when we had to say goodbye to Riley. We were prepared for Dakota, knowing he had lived a long good life. We were wrong, it hurt all the same and a chunk of our heart went with him. We miss him but are better off thinking of the words that Katie said.
Dakota was the middle child. The one that never got the respect he deserved because of the two dogs before and after him. Tucker, his father was the best hunting dog I ever saw and Riley who came along when Dakota was 7 took a close second to Tucker. Even at that, Dakota excelled. He was more than happy to play second fiddle as long as he was in the action, which is where he always was.
Dakota brought home many limits by himself, like this last one.
and was always willing to take second place behind Dakota's great points.