"Where is that thing?" I would ask, triggering a pavlovian response which caused him to excitedly scan the floor for his nemesis. Despite the fact that he never caught his prey, he was always eager to begin the chase anew and give it all of his attention and effort. He loved taking walks or going for a run, but "chasing that thing" excited and pleased him more than anything else in life. Video taken in midNovember 2009, while he was on powerful pain-killers for his last "hurrah". Two days later, he passed peacefully as I held his head in my hands and told him "He's a good boy, his daddy loves him" over and over again. He was deeply loved, and he is very deeply missed.
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