I lost my dear Willi last night.  He was my Valentine’s Day present in 2003.  He was so smart, sweet and loving.  The best dog I’ve ever known.  I named him after my great-grandfather, who trained shepherds for the German army in WWI.  I trained Willi in German.  I wish you could have known him, Mark.  He suddenly took ill yesterday, and died in my arms.  I know that God is feeding him hot dogs now…

— Rich from Mesa, AZ