I got a call this morning early from my wife. I knew it was bad news because it was about 6:30 A.M. where she was calling from. She was crying and I found out that my dog Max was seriously ill. Max was over 12 years old and he had gotten to the point where he could barely walk so it wasn't totally unexpected but it still hurts none the less. I have played with Max, watched over him, stayed up all night with him when he swallowed a fish hook, and have greatly enjoyed his company. If you have had a pet yourself then you know what I mean. I will miss him very much.