My boy, Chuey, is lying at my feet right now as I type in my own condolences. Chuey's not that old, but I can already see signs of arthritis in his hind quarters. He struggles a bit when he has to stand. And I know the fateful day will come all too soon when my boy's going to head to Rainbow Bridge (that made Crusader a bit misty--Thanks, Haz). Still, I am so very grateful for the joy Chuey has brought to my life. When the time comes, I have no idea if I will get another dog. I won't rule it out or in. But I do know this: I am sorry for your loss, Bill. It is a sad time, indeed.