January 28, 2000 – September 22, 2013
Though in this photo he looks very regal, he was “Mama’s Baby.” We met in February, 2001, when a lady decided that he was the “backyard agitator,” stirring up trouble over the ownership of the supper dish and the lady friends, and he had to go. She must have admonished him in Spanish, as he never forgot the few choice words that I used when I became frustrated over his stubborn streaks — they worked every time. It was for me love at first sight and we quickly became “an item.” He was the ideal traveling companion, even on long journeys, and was the perfect gentleman, welcome wherever we went. Even though his legs were short, he never gave up running after the neighborhood cats and the squirrels from our pine trees. They knew they were not welcome in our yard. I don’t know what he would have done if he had ever caught one; I believe he chased because they ran. Life will be lonely without him, but I pray that he has found the “meadows and hills” I heard about recently. Thanks to the doctors and staff at Coffee Road Hospital, especially Dr. Hammans. And God bless you, “Little One.” We had a wonderful life together; it just ended too soon.