My boyfriend's wonderful dog Bandit died today. She wasn't a doodle, but a golden retriever-chow mix that we rescued from Jim's landlord when he moved. She loved me, but she worshipped Jim. We think she had some sort of congestive heart failure, but we can't be sure. He is absolutely heartbroken, as I'm sure we all can understand. It's been almost 3 months to the day that Jim helped me bury my beloved Fritzy, and tonight we buried his beloved dog. Jim rescued Bandit from a jerk who had been keeping her in a small pen with 2 other dogs. The yard was full of dog poop and fleas, and it took us months to make friends with her, because she was so shy and afraid of people. When Jim moved out, we told the landlord we were either taking her with us, or calling animal control. She had 2 and a half years with Jim, with good food and a clean yard to call her own, and most of all, love. I'm sorry to put a damper on everyone's Sunday, but please say a prayer for them both......