For the last of the original litter

Tough old buddy. Nice tribute, Letty, sorry for the loss.

You know, LittleK, my son and I had an interesting discussion about eternal life as found in the molecules that radiate from demised things. They all become a part of a leaf; a tree; a flower; In looking at fresco's thread about Anthony Flew, I begin to think of that. Perhaps Admiral Byrd has become a part of Whitman's leaves of grass. <smile>

I feel no sadness, strangely. How could one be down when that dog brought such furry delight to all who knew him.

I like your medical/chemical approach to immortality. You provide a glamour that is lacking with Caesar's dust stopping a bunghold.

May your Admiral always be a source of joyous memories.

Three cheers and a couple of woofs for the eternal Admiral Byrd.

What a wonderful name for a dog to live with.

Thanks Noddy and ehBeth. Ad Byrd (shortened the name) was a special little woofer. <smile>

Sorta looked like Bailey, only snow white with a black muzzle.

Love to all
From LettyBetty