On July 11th, we said goodbye to Hudson. His back legs were giving out multiple times a day, his walk had turned to a crawl, and he was showing signs of pain and doggy dementia. When I told our vet we were having a hard time trying to find a way to get him down to Costa Rica, she advised against it and also advised against us rehoming him since he was so old. In our hearts, I think we knew the most humane option was to euthanize him, but it took us weeks to come around to finally accepting it.
Hudson was our perfect dog, and came into our lives at the perfect time. We were both ready to retire from ultimate and eager to get a dog to take on adventures and join our family. I remember beginning our search on the Austin Animal Shelter website from a couch in Italy where I was sidelined with a broken fibula during Worlds in 2014. The prospect of a dog gave me hope and joy during that sad and frustrating time. We were specific in our needs and wants in an adopted dog so even after a few visits to the shelter, a drive to Bastrop with 4 of my high school best friends to check out another dog, and some insider intel from the shelter we still hadn't found the one.
We got an email from our inside connection that there was a dog that she thought we would love, so we went up again to visit it. After meeting that dog and running it through the rigorous tests that the book about adopting an adult dog told me to do, we both decided that dog wasn't for us. As we begrudgingly walked around the shelter "just in case", Mike got excited about a very hyper black lab that we passed and wanted to walk him. I said "no way," knowing that a black lab would be way too much energy, but thankfully he ignored my negativity and decided to try to walk him anyway. A minute later Mike came out of the enclosure sans dog because he couldn't get the leash on the lab because it was jumping up and down so excitedly. While he was in there trying to lasso the lab, I watched the other dog in the enclosure sit calmly looking up at Mike with a stoic confidence. I suggested we take that dog out for a walk, and that was the first time we met Hudson. He had heart worms, which was a big 3 month treatment commitment, and we weren't sure we were prepared to take that on so didn't take him home right away. Instead I came back to the shelter days later and brought along my aforementioned high school friends (all excellent judges of canine character) to get their opinions. It was then that he imprinted on me in the gravel off leash area. With a single look in his caramel brown eyes I feel like I could see into his soul and felt him radiating his kind, wise, intelligent, playful, and loving character.

I'll miss his beautiful eyes, but luckily S & P also have beautiful brown eyes that remind me of Hud's.
The first picture we took after Hudson came home with us
Hudson was a well traveled dog. Mike wrote that he was an amazing road trip buddy and trusted us to take him all over this corner of the world with us. Below are pics of some of our many adventures and travels together.

Hudson on the Llano River

Hudson on a segment of the Appalachian Trail in Vermont

Hudson and Mike on a hike in Maine

Un cherre tres elegante in Quebec City

Hudson on a beach in Oregon

Hudson in the bluebonnets, a rite of passage for any Texan canine.

Hudson on a tributary of the Snake River in Idaho

He was happiest and most himself when off leash on a trail.

Hudson in adventure mode, ready to take on a trail. We soon realized that he needed a backpack to make him feel like he was working and less likely to go rouge chasing deer.
Hudson's best friend was Patsy, Fran and Leslie's dog. He rarely (almost never) wanted to play with other dogs. But Patsy brought out a side of Hudson that no other dog ever managed to bring out. They played like puppies for hours running, play fighting, tackling each other, and cuddling afterwards.

Patsy and Hudson at the SNIT in Long Lake, Wisconsin.

Patsy and Hudson always shared a bed even when two separate ones were available.
Hudson taught us all so many important life lessons: how to love unconditionally, how to forgive, how to manage our tempers, how to take care of and provide for someone you love when it runs counter to your own wants or needs at times, and that love is a verb. He wasn't happy about the girls arriving, but he was always gentle with them, and tolerated their noise and shenanigans. He especially liked Parker for dropping lots of food and Sybil and him definitely built a connection based on cuddles, tricks, and treats.

I used to lay down with Hudson when I was pregnant with the girls. This pic was Sybil.
Hudson gently tolerating Parker trying to eat him
Bat ears! We all loved it when his ears would do this.
Sybil and Hudson in New Mexico on one of our crazy summer camping adventures.
One day I walked outside and found Sybil just laying in the sun in the driveway next to Hudson, which was one of his favorite places to lay.
Sybil took on many of the Hudson responsibilities as she got older, and loved walking him the last year. This is them walking together on a beach of Lake Huron on our Upper Peninsula road trip.
Road trips with the Bug. He was so great in the car, except when you hit the rumble strips!
Hudson and the girls at Turkey Creek, our favorite place in Austin to go hiking off leash together.
We had a memorial for Hud at Red Bluff (below), another one of his favorite places to hike and go off leash. We decorated rocks, collected flowers, said a few words, and ended with a jingle we would often sing, "Who's the bestest doggy in the worrrrrld?? Hud-son dog!"

Hudson at Red Bluff recently with the Austin skyline in the background

Our memorial rocks and flowers for Hud

We're grateful for the time we had with Hudson, and for how he made us all better humans.
Hudson
A.K.A. "Hud", "Hudson the Wonderdog", "Legs McGruff", "Hud-bug", "Bug", "Huddy Buddy", "Hoodson Boodson"
adopted in 2014 - died 2024 - loved forever