That first pic is when he showed up, and the last pic was a week or two before he was gone. He was a year or so old when he showed up, and had a big mast cell tumor in his groin. We had him spayed and the tumor removed. In less than a year, it had become stage IV grade IV, and metastasized to his lymph nodes. Local vets and OSU gave him 4-6 weeks in 07. With regular chemo treatments, he stayed with us until 12/11. Once you explained to him that he needed to do a scary thing on behalf of the team, that's all he needed. They'd aspirate a tumor with those giant needles and he'd lick their hands. On his down days, he wouldn't budge for chicken or ham, but if a visitor came over, he was as right as rain until they left. But we had many, many, many, many GREAT days. I counted back through about 15 family dogs, and I can't come up with a distant second place for a relationship. I always was a dog lover, but I was IN-LOVE with this one. When I put the word out he was at the end of his time, 20 people made time to come visit. Personally, I plan on needing to hire my pallbearers. This dog created so much laughter, and within seconds of an introduction. Last story - we got him a rescue sister and she worshiped him. When he died (at home), she did not get off the couch for four weeks! Just a distant stare out the window. Wife and I were no better. I was devastated for a long time. It was a long journey back to a regular day. Man, I hope the mods don't ban me for getting too personal. I just can't shut up when it comes to this dog. Thank you.