I have a photo of my yellow lab Topaz. She died of a brain tumor last year. She was a great dog and a great friend, and I miss her very much. We rescued her from a very abusive man who beat her, left her chained up for days without food, and finally, left her at our vets to be put down. I'm normally not a violent or angry man, but seeing her for the first time really made me want to hunt this guy down and give him what he deserved. Topaz was in really bad shape, and very skiddish when we got her. I can still picture her in my mind, shaking and terrified in her little laundry basket that she was in at the vet. She really touched me and I reached out to save her. It took a while, but I finally earned her trust and she became the most loving dog I've ever owned. She was so sweet and so smart. I can't for the life of me figure out why that *$%@ would have mistreated her. Anyway, I keep her photo on my laptop so I will always remember. Her last days were very hard on me, and she died in my arms. The first few years of her life were a living ****, but her last five years she was spoiled rotten and given anything and everything she could have ever needed or wanted. I'd like to think she died happy and in peace. I still tear up sometimes when I see the photo and think of all the fun we had together. I'm tearing up as I write this. I guess I'm just an old softy. Sorry my photo's not a train, but I think you guys will understand. Nothing, not even a train comes between a boy and his dog.