They sure do, Marvin- I just wrote over on Free Dominion:
Nobody loves you like your dog does. A deep, unjudging love that passes human abilities.
That said, I wouldn't mind passing Cole over to you for a while- we've been up, down, in & out, asleep, awake, and throwing an old sneaker around the bed for hours & hours & hours...
But Miss Emily is no longer waking up at strange times and grieving and mourning Taffy- because she's too dam' exausted from chasing a puppy around the house and yard...
That's life, renewing itself.
Somewhere, an old, sick dog stands straight and proud, basking in the Good Lord's sunlight once again, freed from that sick old body...
Meanwhile here on Earth, I have to go see what the Canine Circular Saw is getting into...