Last year I had to put my old guy down - a retriever/australian shepherd cross. He was 14. I lifted him up onto the table and after that moment of tension, he just laid his head in the crook of my arm. He stayed like that, relaxed, for the prep, etc. He knew then everything would be just fine. And it was.

What a great dog - not long on smarts, but huge on personality. The stories he left me with . . .