Tozy

Crying into his fur and feeling better, eating too much chicken, being afraid of thunder, taking a walk and pooping immediately after we left the house, snuggling together in bed, getting a Puppucino at Starbucks, flying off the 3 steps of the back porch instead of walking when he was young, backing up to me and looking over his shoulder so that I would pet his rump, waiting patiently for me to drop something on the floor when I was cooking, making him home-made dog food when there was a recall on almost every brand, eating more chicken, playing Frisbee in the field, and when he was finished he would stop bringing it back to me, following me everywhere, chewing any dryer sheet that he could find because he loved the smell, being my best friend.