The oldest of the clan was mercifully set free from his failing body today, it having endured almost 15 years of Lab stuff (swamps, ice, mud, ducks, and more water than a fish). He joins his two younger brothers from different mothers who I’m sure gang-tackled him as soon as he crossed the bridge. This is how they will always be remembered:
And from one of his last trips to the swamp (taken several seasons ago):
RIP Crash, run like the puppy you thought you were. Sorry about all those ducks I missed over the years, you deserved better 😉
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