Condolences as well.
There is a high hill up on my mother's family farm, now farmed by my uncle. It overlooks fields, draws, and ponds that have harbored countless pheasants and quail over the past half-century. One can see many, many, places where wonderful points, flushes, and retrieves took place. It's a lovely spot, but I go up there very seldom. There is a row of collars hanging along on the fence, each having belonged to a wonderful friend and companion. I'm seriously considering having my urn buried up there as well.....
