I remember when our beloved family dog, "Moe", died. I was serving suspension time in the high school basement when I got the phone call.

I was excused to go home and help my Mom with Moe. When I arrived home, I found my Mother clutching the dog unwilling to let go. She was crying profusely and did not seem to want to accept the fact that the dog was dead. I had to take it from her arms into the backyard and dig a hole for it, place it in the ground, and make my peace.

One of my only friends at that time in life....

I always found canine paws to be more interesting... :smokin: