He was a Golden Retriever and his name was Magnum. I will never forget the mornings when I would leave to go to work and he would be looking at me from his kennel. I would start my truck up and he would let out the most pitiful howl you have ever heard. He acted like I was never coming back for him. Then when I would come home in the evening he would whine with excitement. I could throw a painted rock into six feet of water and he would swim to the bottom to get it. He was the only dog I have ever owned that could swim like that. He passed quietly in his sleep a few years back. A piece of me went with him.

Rocky