From the 1st day Bryan brought Trigger Dox Sama home, he knew Trigger would be a hunting dog for sure. Bry brought him up in the mountains that first day and he flushed the birds! Bryan was already in love. These two would remain the "mountain men" together until about a year ago when Trigger took a tumble down the mountainside while hunting chuckers.
Little did we know then that Trigger had other heath issues that contributed to the fall, but this week we learned that Trigger had liver damage that was messing him up mentally - causing confusion and paranoia. This was not the Trigger we were used to. When Bry took him to the vet, Trigger didn't growl, bark, or even try and bite anyone - definately not our Trigger dog.
The poor thing continued to decline in health since Monday. It got so bad that he couldn't even stand up anymore. Grandpa Shirley was going to come over today to take him to the vet so we could put him out of his misery (Bry left on a trip today). True to his stubborn nature, he didn't make it to the vet - he died in Dennis's arms. Dennis burried him up in the moutnains near his favorite hunting spot.
He was a good 'ol dog. We yelled at him all the time to quit barking, quit digging, etc. etc. but we really did love him. He was a part of our family - the ornery part! He has been good to us - always so excited to see us in the backyard, always good to the girls! He came with us everytime we went up in the mountains. He even hiked many of the highest peaks with Bryan. Here is our very first family picture.
He was always at home in nature.
He came on Tori's first camping trip of course...and many other excursions.
Little did we know then that Trigger had other heath issues that contributed to the fall, but this week we learned that Trigger had liver damage that was messing him up mentally - causing confusion and paranoia. This was not the Trigger we were used to. When Bry took him to the vet, Trigger didn't growl, bark, or even try and bite anyone - definately not our Trigger dog.
The poor thing continued to decline in health since Monday. It got so bad that he couldn't even stand up anymore. Grandpa Shirley was going to come over today to take him to the vet so we could put him out of his misery (Bry left on a trip today). True to his stubborn nature, he didn't make it to the vet - he died in Dennis's arms. Dennis burried him up in the moutnains near his favorite hunting spot.
He was a good 'ol dog. We yelled at him all the time to quit barking, quit digging, etc. etc. but we really did love him. He was a part of our family - the ornery part! He has been good to us - always so excited to see us in the backyard, always good to the girls! He came with us everytime we went up in the mountains. He even hiked many of the highest peaks with Bryan. Here is our very first family picture.
He was always at home in nature.
He came on Tori's first camping trip of course...and many other excursions.
I took this photo this morning with the girls after we went out to say our "good-byes." Trigger couldn't even lift his poor head. We're sure gonna miss you Trigger dog, you crazy thing!
