To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though in as much as he had four legs, a tail and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.

Hermione Gingold

Clay will always have a piece of my heart that can never be replaced by another, he may be gone but he forever lives in our memories as a great Leonberger and a beloved friend.

9/03/1998 - 11/08/2004