My mum just drove to Melbourne from Benalla this evening to tell me that my beautiful Golden Lab 'Dylan' (named after Bob Dylan) died today. He was old and his arthritis had gotten to the point where he had begun collapsing at random. He was attacked by a rotwieler about 3 years ago leaving his hip badly damaged and it had kept getting worse and more painful. He was found today collaped and barking for help in the roses and after untold amounts of pain killers didn't help the decision was made to have him put down. I know it's for the best and at least I can say I'm really pleased he's no longer in pain. Dylan was the best fishing companion I ever had and a true and loyal friend. He'd even bark at anyone fishing in the lake at Benalla cause he figuerd those fish were mine. How many friends will swim laps of a lake for hours at a time behind a sailboard just to spend time with you? He sat caringly by my sister was sick with Bipolar and as I coulsn't have him in Melb spent the last year of his life protecting and caring for my grandparents. They are very frail and he was always so gentle with them. Dylan loved everything about life and he loved all the people in his life. He was a champion of a dog and I don't think I'll ever find another as intelligent and caring as Dyl (though if I have another dog I do know I'll love it as much but I'm not in a position to care for another dog atm). He was always protective, always loving and always right there when you needed him ready to lick your face and have a good pat. He worked that pat mojo so well, it was an artform to him. I took this photo at Easter because I could see he was getting old and I worried I mighn't get too many more chances for pictures. I'm glad I took it now. Dylan Buckley. Oct 5, 1994- Dec 12, 2006. I'm having a year and a sook tonight, but later I think I'd better go have a beer with cejay. Dylan would want be to do that. He always figured beer meant a chance of bbq'd meat.