Jesse in better days, pointing sharp-tails in MontanaA couple of weeks ago my 13 year old setter, Jesse, started to decline food and showed signs of serious arthritis in his hips. He died this morning, laying on his bed in the shade of a plum tree.
He was the companion of many miles, always willing, and durable. He was an honest dog that would stand his birds for a very long time - waiting for me to find him. I will miss him greatly.
Good-bye, Jesse, and thanks for the thrills.