Mans Best Friend

There is a reason they are called mans best friend and over the past 48 hours I was really reminded of that. I myself do not own a dog due to the fact that I travel so much, however I really liked to refer to Cash Webb as my brother since I always got a kick out of calling Rob Dad. Rob, Shannon, and Cash have become some of my best friends since I moved to Sun Valley, ID over 3 and a half years ago, and this morning around 5 am Cash Webb left this world after turning 8 years young just a week ago.

Cash Webb chilling in the back of my truck

When I got a text from Rob 2 nights ago I was crushed, simply Cash got sick and has a few days left. A rush of memories swarmed me..All the moto trips, all the mountain bike days, backcountry skiing, at the mountain, when I saw Robs truck I could whistle and see his big black head pop up with his ears all perked up. I am on the road for 6 weeks and never even got to say goodbye. Enter the Iphone4…Twice yesterday I got to say hello again and goodbye via Facetime. I must say in the AM when I was chatting with Shannon and Cash and whistled into the phone at him, his ears popped up, and I lost my shit.

Surrounded by the things he loved

Chillin out at the moto track

I had a 7.5 hour drive yesterday from Jackson Hole to Denver yesterday and all I could do was think of all the good times I was fortunate to spend with Cash over the past 3 years. Staying at the house when Rob and Shannon were gone only to be awoken at 5:30 am by a gentle 120 pound paw to the face like, yo whats up..He would snuggle up in bed with you thinking he was the size of a purse dog, jump up on the couch on top of you, he had no clue just how big he was, it was comedy. I think I only heard him bark once in 3 years as well, crazy when I think about it..

His nemisis...

And then there was the Ball. I can not count the amount of times I almost lost fingers or my whole hand for that matter playing ball with Cash. I don’t think there was anything in the world he loved more than a ball. Didn’t matter what kind, tennis, soccer, snow, golf, he loved them all and would play fetch until you couldn’t throw or kick anymore. There was no way you would ever tire him out.

What? Do I have something on my face?

Always there for his dad

Always there for his mom

Always there for fun

Cash was hands down one of the most amazing animals I have ever met. He knew if there was something wrong, he knew how to make you laugh, and he was always there for ya. The fact of the matter is, he wasn’t even my dog, but still built this bond with me that turned me into a mess the last 48 hours, but its the memories of the good times over the last 3 years that will stick with me for the rest of my life. Cash I love you buddy and will miss you soo much. When I settle down in the future and am not traveling as much, I can promise you I am going to search high and low to find a big black lab puppy to carry on your namesake. If he turns out to be 1/2 the dog you were I will be the luckiest dog owner around.

I love you bud.

Rob and Shannon my thoughts are with you guys right now and I love you guys!