I rather love this doggie.

He's laid on his rugs beside me every night, and laid his big old head up upon the bed when Don was dying so Don could touch him and you can't tell me he didn't know. He was so gentle with him, and so focused.

What do we humans do to deserve the total devotion and loyalty that our pets give to us so easily and so unstintingly? Poor old bugger, he's got a big limp and sore shoulders...and never complains...