Our little 15 pound spark plug ran out of juice on Friday 1/4/08. It’s really hard to imagine life around the house and in general without our guy. He had a thousand faces, nicknames and moods. He might have bit you or snuggled up and pawed for attention, he kept you guessing and laughing.

Now there’s a huge gaping whole in our hearts where he used run up the stairs or chase his ducky across the floor. Where he used to hop on the couch and spin a few times looking for just the right way to lean against your leg. Where he used to lay on his chair and watch us during a movie and M would say, “Look at that face!”

He was adored much more than he would have preferred, considering his strong independent streak. We are very glad that we were able to give him a much better last five years when we adopted him. I know time will make all these wonderful memories hurt less and less, but right now it feels like a 15 pound cannon ball blasted through my chest. Miss you buddy!