While not militaria related, I ask the moderators to allow me to share with you the sweetest canine I ever knew. I met my wife in 2004 through her sister, with whom I had been friends for a few years. Both sisters still lived with their mom and dad. Growing up my parents never allowed me or my brothers to have a dog, so I didn't know first hand why they are "mans best friends." I do now. The first time I went to my now wife's house I was greeted at the door by a bark, and wet nudge, a wet "kiss" and a wagging stump of a tail and her name was Emily. Emily became my first dog. Emily loved to chase her ball and rabbits through the yard, but the rabbits always won by slipping into their hole under the shed before she could catch up. Emily got a new friend when we bought our own dog Maggie, a miniature daschund, who thought she was as big as Emiy. They were best buds. Emily was into her later years when our daughter, Katelyn, arrived April 2011. Emily took to Kayelyn like a champ. She allowed Katelyn to chase her, jump on her, grab her tail and even give her hugs without ever once letting out even the slightest of growls. For as intimidating as Emily could look, she didn't have a mean bone in her body. Emily's true best friend was her "mom," my mother in law. Where mom went, Emily followed. From what the veterinarian told us, Emily was the last surviving pup from her litter, and she had been the runt! Yesterday, August 23, at the ripe age of 11 years and 3 months, Emily laid down on the family room floor with her "mom" and best friend, took two deep breaths and quietly passed away. She will be greatly missed but forever in our hearts. Thank you, Emily, for teaching me why you, and your fellow canines, are, "mans best friend."