Our family dog, Lucky, was a beagle mix. I know I have mentioned this before, but my mother was 7 months pregnant with me when he was found as a pup on a highway during a freak snowstorm. Lucky was like another sibling to me. He died (cruelly taken from us) when I was sixteen years old. He was blind in one eye, deaf, and had lost many of his teeth. He could only eat canned food and he wasn't able to run through the woods like he used to, but he sat on the front porch and guarded our house until the end. Even now at family gatherings, we always end up telling "remember when" stories about Lucky. Such unconditional love...I'm sorry, it's been many years but I still get emotional. So, Angels3, I know the love you give and feel. I hope Danny and you continue to love each other for years to come.