Caccha's Labradors: Nash at 15 years and 4 Months

2015

When I look at my old boy I wonder, where did that youngster go? I recall, sometime a while ago, saying, "I can't imagine Nash old."

2005

2007

2006

2011

When I look at my boy I see, in the far off reaches of memory, a rambunctious boy. The one who would counter surf, chew only the items I last touched before I left the house, and stump hunt with a vengeance with his mother - Willow. I have visions of him, as he sails over agility obstacles with ease, rolls in tunnels, pulls me on the end of a leash like a balloon. How he loved to swim, and dive from rocks.

2001 Theia, Nash, Willow

2001

2000, Nash - Willow

2002

When I look at my old boy I picture that first time he retrieved a bird. With a long tongue dangling from his mouth, and spark in his eyes, he said to me " Why have you been keeping this from me! This is the best thing ever!" The trainer wanted to keep him for himself. We dabbled a little in the retrieving world, until I couldn't stand the killing of birds. Instead we went stump hunting - where Willow n Nash would ravage stumps for pesky rodents.

When I look at myold boy, who is sound asleep under a down comforter by my side, I feel the warmth he shared his entire life with is mother - Willow. She was always by his side until the day she died. Distraught at her passing, even he retched with grief. We made it through, the two of us. His solid warm body something to hold. Willow Had the cleanest ears, which were quite often wrinkled with wet saliva. Nash only suckled Willow's ears, until his daughter Willow Sunshine came along. True affection.

2000

2007

2010

Nash, finally, after years of trying on his own, sired 10 offspring with Pearl. He was eleven years old by then, and now soon to be a grand sire. Many of those pups remain in my life, a gift. Nash you are Willow's gift to me. His birth traumatic, we didn't think he would survive. His lust for Life and Desire to Live brought him around.

2008 with Willow

2008

2011

When I hug my old by, I say "please, more time, just a little more time... we aren't done swimming in our lakes, traveling to Maine, walking through fields of joy, and everything this side of the rainbow."