Bubba was the saddest dog I ever knew, or maybe he just looked sad while his tail was wagging.  We never knew how old he was but I think he must have been at least ten when he died.  He learned to sit up, hard for a Bassett hound, and he needed support, but he got good at it.  He would 'talk' on command or 'speak' (bark).  He loved bread.  He had issues (from being an abandoned stray, he was terrified of thunderstorms.)  He could be irritating, but he never held a grudge nor growled in anger at us.  He was huggable.  He was a comfort.  He was a protector.  He was ours for 4 years.  It wasn't long enough.

We'll miss you forever, Bubba.