[Tom T.]

We had to put our beloved Golden Retriever, Hercules, down about two years ago, at the age of 14. I stayed with him and stared into those loving, trusting brown eyes of his, until he could see no more. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him; we will always love him. But life goes on, and about a year ago we got a thoroughbred mutt at the Humane Society. She's a sweetie, and she basically runs the house. It's her world, we just live in it.

Death comes to us all. I choose to believe that in some fashion, we will see each other again.

Remember the wonderful times you had together, and know that she is in pain no more.

Your friend,

Tom T.