I can well imagine that losing a pet you have had for 30 years must be heart wrenching. My boy Baron (120-pound Doberman) has now reached the decade mark (the outside range, I am told, for Dobermans). And when he goes part of my heart will be interred with him (though, frankly, I would rather inter a large part of Michael Vick’s heart instead).
My best well trained Lab who passed on a few years ago has his 8x10 pic in a fancy bridal/groom type of frame sitting where I can see him and remember him everyday.
His AKC name was St. Maximillian Marie “KOLBE”
Out of all 7 labs I have raised he will always be the “special” one due to his talents and extreme dedication to us.
The crew I have now 4yrs, 3yrs and 2yrs old are all special in their own ways but they act more like well dogs and Kolbe was not like a normal dog. His personality was so much like our family traits it freaked people out.
He would not leave out side so he traveled everywhere with us.
He would sit in the driver seat and watch us while we shopped and when we where gone to long he would honk the horn, yes it got him allot of attention and me back to the van.
They say there goes her psycho dog.
He could open an close doors for us (have pics to prove it).
He tried operating the WC lift one time and I had to nix him on that whole idea. No no no esp if we were going down the freeway.