I have been bad about blogging this year. I admit it. It was a rough beginning to the year and quite frankly, writing about it made it too real-too final, so I have been avoiding the blog. But avoidance doesn't change things, does it?
At the end of least year, Magic came off the agility course limping. I gave him a few months off, visited his care team and he seemed recovered. But I think in my heart I knew, the first trial we went to this year, before he ever ran I was in tears, pretty certain that this was his last trial. And yes in his second run of the day he came off the aframe with a cry of pain. I was heartbroken to be honest. I adore this dog, and I knew his agility career was at an end.
We had worked hard last year to qualify for the CPE Nationals, I had hoped to be able to finish his CATCH. I had goals. I have always known that in the right hands this little dog would have been a superstar, but he was saddled with me as his partner and we muddled through. We went back into recovery and therapy mode and he did improve.
I made the decision that we would go to CPE Nationals, but that this was our retirement. Magic would get to run, but no standard, and that I would make decisions on what games to play based on the courses where we could limit those down contacts. We had a great time, he played 4 of the 6 games qualifying in all 4. We did not run at all on Saturday as it was pouring rain, the fields were mud and I wasn't willing to risk injury.