My little Poochie was the best dog I have ever had. He was always there to greet me with a smile. He loved me no matter what kind of mood I was in. He would jump into bed with me and lay behind my back or behind my knees and sleep. When I woke up in the morning he was always waiting on me and he would try and get my feet.
He loved his “brothers” Jimmy and Cody. He used to wake them up on sunday mornings with a jump on the bed and a lick to the cheek. He loved his “daddy” Shawn and would know what time he was supposed to be home and would wait on him at the door. I would let him out and he would run out and greet his “daddy” every night.
He will be missed and I have and will cry many tears about his death. I know he loved me and I love him. I will never find
another dog that could replace him.