I don't remember ever being so sad. What a great friend- loyalty like I have never known. The perfect river dog. She never got in the water, she just found some shade and watched me fish. Except once when my dad and Todd and I were pulling Bull Trout out of the Metolius... I was hooked in and Todd and I were trying to wrestle the Bull out from the bank foliage when all of a sudden Cora decides she is going to help out or something. So there I am with a 20" Bull trout on the end of my line and my other arm wrapped around a 120 lb wet dog that is being sucked downstream. I don't remember if we banked that fish, but I banked the dog and that is what was important at the time. Photo credit to Richard Sprague... Nice one!
Once she put herself between us and a rattle snake. She wasn't going after it haphazardly, just standing ground between Lisa and the rattler.
Even last night as I laid next to her in the garage talking to her and petting her, she kept trying
to lift her head once in a while when my voice would crack. She seemed like she wanted to be ready to keep away the impending danger she sensed in my voice. I kept asking her to just lay her head down adn take it easy for once. She wouldn't have anything to do with that. It was a rough night, for me anyways. This morning was bad but not as bad as it could have been. Tough times for the Sprague's but good lessons are being experienced by us. I hope Avery is doing better. Or at least better than me.
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