To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he
had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward
appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.
My heart goes out to my wonderful neighbors who lost their beloved Gatsby last night at the age of 16. He was such a big part of their lives. He was such a good dog -- and they were so very good to him. (another photo here)