What a way to go, at hunting camp, glass empty, dog in your lap and I am sure a couple of birds hanging, ageing to the porch.

Exactly the way I would want to check out.

The only thing missing is Steve's worn but well cared for 16 gauge laying of the side table next to the old mans chair.

16 ga, nice touch, and of course for me it was a black and white setter, oh and I will pass on the cigar, although I do enjoy the aroma.

Come on Harold, you only live once.:nono:

The 16ga broken down on the kitchen table a cleaning rod, rag and a bottle of Hoppes #9 would have been a nice touch I just didn't think of it.

No George I have never heard of that poem.

Rich - Here's the poem.
"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...."

Author unknown...