I am heartbroken to report the loss of my boy Colt. He was my first retriever, my first Golden, my first Master Hunter, my first obedience CD, my first WCX, and so many other firsts that I cannot begin to mention them all. He was diagnosed with hemangiosarcoma.

On a beautiful Sunday in August, my good friend John Miner and I shot flyers for him, Colt and I shared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and then I gave him back. It seems he was here for such a short time, but in that time he changed my life forever. He lived a wonderful life and through him I met many people I am proud to call friends.

He doesn't hurt any more; he doesn't get into trouble for breaking; and sit, down, and here are now optional.