Ah come on guys, you are killing me.
I have one with the same story. He flew home with us when he was smaller than covering your palm. Now 14 and fading. He has been my buddy every day. Loves going to the airport. Sits at the window and cries when I drive away without him.
Not sure how to imbed a picture and this is one in our boating album - sorry, you will have to click on it.
http://www.tugnuts.com/gallery2.php?g2_itemId=24300
First, his name is Pasta.
Second, he does not have a red beard. One of the kids left their half finished plate of spaghetti with meatballs down on a footstool out on the patio because they were in a hurry to go swimming - this picture is from my daughter's lake house. And now, you know how he got that name when he was very little. He loves going to the lake house.
Dunno how I am going to handle it when he is gone.