Strange things happen in life. As my dad was saying a couple of days ago if he told his barrack mates 50 years ago that one day he would have a retired Brigadier crying on his shoulder about a dog when he was a rock ape LAC they would have laughed him out of camp, but it happened. This ex Signals Brigadier became a family friend via a charity, but before I got out (as a lance jack) had apparently been my boss at several levels above. My dad has been blind for 42 years and relying on guide dogs, so he was the only one that he knew that he could talk to about the loss of a working dog. Any others here had similar experiences?