Longfellow was an amazingly, sensual, spirited, fun loving, sweet dog, probably spoiled—often told that he was an alpha dog.  He was like the neighborhood mayor—loved his walks, knew all the smells and moved fast, with a swagger, sometimes just with me, often with a neighborhood pal.  I am comforted knowing that Longfellow had a wonderful life—lots of fun and love and security—hamburg, chicken and liver treats—and ice-cream. I often  wished all children could feel as cherished and well-cared for as LF.    He was a lucky guy, but his gifts to me (and Adam) were  far greater than anything we could give to him.