Well as of today it has been 1 month since I lost my girl, and everyday I still can't believe it. Kimber was only on this earth for a short time, but in those 2 years, she became a huge part of my life. My wife and I are recently married, and with no children, Kimber was our child and went everywhere and did everything with us. I still come home everyday expecting her to greet me at the door so we can go out and throw some bumpers or hop in the truck to go do some scouting. I still think about the night I lost her constantly, I had been remodeling our house for the last year, and was working on some closet doors late at night when I noticed that she wasn't laying next to me anymore. As soon as a walked through the house I felt the draft of an open door and figured she had gotten outside. As I walked outside I saw headlights stopped on the highway and I knew what had happened. I am not going to lie, I completly lost it. I sat on the side of the highway with her for hours, just praying that it didn't really happen. Now a month later, I am no longer looking forward to the upcoming hunting season. This last year she was coming into her own and becoming one hell of a hunting dog. We really only had one season together, but she did better than I could have asked for. Kimber you will be missed forever, but never forgotten.
I have been a part of this site for several years, althought I don't post much, I do enjoy reading everyone's posts. I always read the tributes, and even though they were not my dogs, they always break my heart so I figured this was a fitting place to pay tribute to my best friend. I read these tributes of dogs that have lived full lives and I don't know what would be worse, the sudden loss like this or having her live a full life and having to put her down 12 or so years later. I commend all of you that have lost more than one hunting partner, because right now it hurts so bad that I don't know if I could loose another one. I know that time will heal the pain, but it just plain sucks! Thanks for taking the time to read this, I just wish there was more to her story and it didn't end so quickly.
This was Kimber and I and her first dry field hunt for mallards.
This was her first retrieve out of the MoMarsh
The first week she came home with me
"River Roads Kodiak Kimber"
Another shot from the MoMarsh
I have been a part of this site for several years, althought I don't post much, I do enjoy reading everyone's posts. I always read the tributes, and even though they were not my dogs, they always break my heart so I figured this was a fitting place to pay tribute to my best friend. I read these tributes of dogs that have lived full lives and I don't know what would be worse, the sudden loss like this or having her live a full life and having to put her down 12 or so years later. I commend all of you that have lost more than one hunting partner, because right now it hurts so bad that I don't know if I could loose another one. I know that time will heal the pain, but it just plain sucks! Thanks for taking the time to read this, I just wish there was more to her story and it didn't end so quickly.
This was Kimber and I and her first dry field hunt for mallards.
This was her first retrieve out of the MoMarsh
The first week she came home with me
"River Roads Kodiak Kimber"
Another shot from the MoMarsh
I still can't believe she is gone.