I'm not really a "dog person" but like Black Labs.

We had one when I was little, her name was Cindy and she was my dad's hunting dog. He hunted pheasants and she was very good at getting them.

She ended up getting arthritis and epilepsy. When she got to where she couldn't go hunting anymore she would cry and whimper when my dad would leave without her. We had to put her to sleep because she quit eating and kept having seizures. It happened around Christmas time because we were at my Grandparents home when we got the phone call she was very ill and dad had to make the decision. It was the first time I saw my dad cry.

Jan