Little Guy was fierce despite his size – just under four pounds of pure determination and armed with two tiny teeth. From hiking trails to tucked-in tents, if we were there, he was happy.

He loved to run. He’d sneak out the door before us and make a break for it, always trying to get ahead so he could be the first to arrive wherever we were going. He also loved to snuggle and to perch on the highest part of the couch or on his throne of blankets to keep a watchful eye on happenings around him.

He never hesitated to bark at his brothers for being too rowdy and disturbing his peace. He was bossy and particular about the way he wanted to be tucked in and if you didn’t tuck him in just right – you would hear about it!

He chased the sun wherever it hit the floor, and he’d lie there, eyes half closed, as if he was sunbathing on the beach in another life. And during his adventures, he had the gentlest habit of pausing to smell flowers.

Little Guy may have been small, but he lived a life that was big, full, and deeply loved.
Millie L. & Daniel K.