Our Sweet Great-Grandpa Twitchell came to an untimely end last week. Well, I dont' know if you can call it untimely, seeing as he was 93 in dog years. My mom and dad had Twitchell for 13 years and this week, on my mom's birthday, he ran into the yard of the wrong dog and was attacked and killed. It was a sad day, but here are two things that made us feel a little better about the situation:
#1 We gave Twitchell tons of hugs and cuddles right before he went out for his ill-fated walk.
#2 Twitchell died an honorable death in the heat of battle. A death any dog can be proud of. :) 
You were a good dog Twitchell. We hope you have a nice soft stinky slipper to lay your head on in Doggy Heaven :)