Archer, my aunt's beloved mutt, passed away today. It may seem odd, offering a tribute to a dog who wasn't even mine, but Archer was something special. He came from the Richmond SPCA, and was the world's greatest testement to the wisdom of adopting pound dogs. Despite his size, Archer was the kindest, most gentle dog I have ever met. My family is unquestionably a dog-loving bunch (each branch has one, if not more), and we always agreed that he was the best. He loved every person he ever met, although none so much as my aunt. Family gatherings just won't be the same without his quiet, steady presence. We should all be so lucky to have had an Archer in our lives.