He was the happiest fat boy ever and he is dearly missed. His purr was as loud as a Harley Davidson and he always wanted to be right next to someone, if not draped across their lap.

Our love for our sweet boy started the moment we picked him, that little puppy in the corner hoping that we’d pick one of his siblings who were jumping up and down trying to get our attention, saying “pick me, pick me”. From that fluffy little puppy we watched you …