Last fall I did a post about my old English setter who died on September 30 of old age and other complications. Taking his place was a really great young English setter named Abe. He had the makings of a really special dog. On June 6th we went out to my hunting camp together to check on the chestnuts I had planted there. It was our last trip afield – he got sick that day of a blood clot in his abdomen and died 3 days later.
The last picture I took of the trees turned out to be the last picture I took of Abe. By accident, he ended up in the picture above in a classic pose. He was not quite 18 months old. No more company on my chestnut checks – I’ll go it alone for a while.