Obi Toto Kenobi as his name appeared in the American Kennel Club registry passed away yesterday at 1:00 PM PDST. He was Fifteen years, I month and sixteen days old at the time of his passing. We adopted Toto on the twenty sixth of September 2003. He would have lived with me for fifteen years in just over a month. He was a week shy of three months old when we first met. Visiting relatives in Arkansas, we stopped off at a pet shop in North Little Rock called Arkie Barkie. I myself was not looking for an animal, my relatives were. I spotted little Toto in one of those little glass cases they display puppies in, for some reason I reached over and picked him up, he nibbled on my chin, and we bonded right then and there. I had never bought a house dog, though I had paid money for hunting dogs. When I found out the price our relatives thought I was crazy for even considering buying Toto. I wasn't considering it, I had already bought him in my mind. My golfing partner once remarked that I liked Toto more than I liked him. He was right. Toto though a dog, was as good a friend as I have ever had in this life, and I don't have time enough left on earth to expect to find another. As he appeared only a few days ago, momma had given him a bath and brushed him out. We had let his hair begin to grow back, because he was getting old and needed the warmth. I have begun my first day without you Toto and will miss you every day until I join you in the great beyond.