Farley, a bearded collie, was a special friend, business partner, companion for 13 wonderful years.  He was the PR director of my B&B and loved by the hundreds of guests that stayed with us.  He was affectionate, intelligent, friendly and so much fun.  Everyone that came in contact with him said that he was the best dog they'd ever known.  He had been very easy to train and a pure joy his entire life.  Never did a bad thing in his life.  I recently retired to the country in a small house with a huge yard where I had hoped that he would romp freely and enjoy the country life.  It was not to be....He was diagnosed with a brain tumour in January and his quality of life began to severely deteriorate.  He had lost most of his sight, was disoriented and I could tell that he was very unhappy although I don't believe that he suffered physically.  His suffering was psycological however.  Last week I had to make the hardest decision of my life in deciding that it was time to have him put to sleep in order to save him from further degradation.  I've been crying every day since and miss him terribly, more than I've every missed anyone. I feel depressed and try to avoid thinking about him.  He's left an enormous void in my life.  I take solace in knowing that he had a great life and was loved by all.