Last week we lost a very old member of our family - our family dog. We purchased "Baby" when I was 16! That made him 15 years old (yes, I am 31) or 105 in dog years! Although he was named Baby because of his tiny size, our family never called him anything but "Puppy" and he kept behaving like an energetic puppy up until about six months ago. It was hard to believe he was such an old dog. It is also hard to believe he is gone but I enjoy picturing him restored to his old energy levels and tugging on the leash in Gordon's hand in heaven.