I’m, very sorry to hear that. We took him hunting for wolves. They would eat up the livestock in my grandma’s farm. We would chase them down. My dad went for the pack leader. So I had to go after them with pumpkin. One was running at me, I had to reload the shotgun but I was shaking too much. Pumpkin fought the f**ker for me. He really f**king cared about me. He was fine after that. A few bruises but, still good. Yeah. Still good.