Great first real post for this thing, start on an up note and all that. Today, I put my dog to rest. My only real constant companion of 15 years. It was done as I always knew it would, by the pond in the backyard on a cloudy day. If the scene played out in cinematic slow motion I could say that the rifle roared in my arms like the stormy sea against the rocks, but life doesn't play out in cinematic slow motion. The rifle cracked like thunder and the muzzle flashed, shattering the calm air and bringing to a close the final chapter of a life fantastic. So long Bandit, and godspeed.