My boy Luke. Lost him in 2010 after a year long battle with cancer, and a personal hell I never wish to repeat. He meant everything to me.
Luke taught his new little brother (Oscar) everything. They shadowed each other day & night.
Luke's last meal, a jar of peanut butter and a new rawhide bone. His body was riddled with cancer, and he had a leg amputated a few months prior. He could no longer stand and the vet said it was time. Effin agony.
So it's been four years now, Oscar is a gem. He has his own little brother to teach. Dexter is a bit special, half whippet/beagle. All sorts of interesting behaviors in this mix.
Dex's Mom dresses him up sometimes with custom bandanas and things like this:
My wife just brought me this t-shirt ... This about sums it up: