Dogs are special people, aren't they? Sammy's leaving sounds much like my Kirby's. After much denial, it got to the point where walking was becoming impossible. And now I'm bawling again.

And isn't it telling that, with all the chewing, expense, poo patrol, and rush-to-the-vet scares, what we remember is their hearts? Dogs are what we could and should be. And then there's the hair. The coonhound wasn't bad, but my beagle shed like a persian cat. Drool. Eat pizza, and see drool strings that reached the floor, and had the desired effect of making your appetite disappear, leaving more for the drooler. ;) Bath time.... brrrr.... The beagle, even after 14 years, saw it as attempted drowning, but the coonhound often thought my bath was drawn for him.

All three of us need to find a dog that will outlive us, so we can enjoy their special friendship again. It leaves a big hole, doesn't it?