Had to put down my old lab this week. He was a good dog and I trained him myself. He was a fantastic retriever despite my own shortcomings as a trainer. He was my friend when I was young and single and became a friend of my second wife's after I was married (although he never got used to not sleeping in the bed with me after I was married and nobody really liked my first wife). Cancer got him. It was in his mouth. I used to chew tobacco, actually I snuffed or dipped Copenhagen. After my dog began suffering from oral cancer I decided to get treatment for my addiction and haven't had a dip in over six months. Not only was this guy my best hunting buddy he stuck with me through a divorce, custody battle, and a business opening without complaining and probably saved my life by getting me to quit tobacco without actually saying a word. I am a much better person for having known "Catfish Lancelot Barclay", or just old "Fish" as we loved to call him around the campfire. The world may never know another as devoted as you..