We buried them in the box, and i'll admit it, I was crying when we did 
Anybody with a soul would do the same!
I'll hafta see if I can dig up a pic of our old aussie, looked very similar. Can't remember how old he got to be, but it was over 15 anyway. Oh the memories.... him smiling...watching him meticulously pick each spike off a pine cone...the endless hours of playing fetch, him never tiring so you throw the ball/pine cone as far over the hill as you canin an attempt to end the game, then him coming back 10 minutes later with :insert whatever ball-like object he could find: in his mouth...watching him approaching with his tail-less ass wagging past his front half.
