*sniff* Sandy will still give you good warm fuzzies when you see spot for a long time to come.
Our first and most wonderful dog, a cocker spaniel who used to mother the day olds we got from the Sears and Roebucks catalog, (yes, Im dating myself here)
is buried out back with daffodils all around the stone where he is, and theyve spread all around there as daffodils will
I never ever fail to smile when I am doing yard work near there.
He would try like crazy to keep those peeps in the box when they started to get big enough to pile out of it, we let it go on longer than we probably should have, because it was so amazing to watch him EVER- so gently pick them up and set them back down in the box where he just KNEW they belonged, in with the rest of them. Then, when the next one or two got out, hed do it all over again
when too many got the hang of the climb, we rescued them all (dog and chicks) and put the bigger box there on the back porch so he wouldnt worry so much about them.
We would let them out to run around on warm days though, and hed just lay there looking morose with his nose on his paws while they peep, peep, peeped all around him curiously. I dont recommend this BTW, Id never have trusted any other dog than this one. He was the sweetest dog ever, all the neighbor kids used to knock on the back door and ask if he could come out and play.