My dog, Reggie, passed away earlier this morning. He was 11 1/2 and died of old age. Although he retired the trails a while back, he always wiggled with delight and anticipation whenever the bike and gear came out. In his younger years he was the best riding buddy I could ask for. As he aged and couldn't keep up any longer, I couldn't help but feel guilty every time I had to leave him behind. He always saw me off and was always the first to welcome me home from a long day of riding. I hope you find some amazing trails in your new journeys, old friend. I miss you.