Sorry. Take solace in that you've been a good companion, Phil. When my last Lab died, I said no more, that's enough, can't do it anymore. A few months later my daughter phoned to say that I should meet my son, a corporate pilot, at the airport. On a sunny day, the Falcon 50 taxied to the ramp, the engines spooled down, the stairs came out, I looked at the darkened doorway, and out walked the three-month black Lab I have today, 8 1/2 years old, so he'll probably outlast me. Jake walked down the stairs to 30 metres off the ramp to have a pee. My son said, "We knew you couldn't live without a dog."
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