My friend Fluffy loved to run, jump, and eat,
He loved chicken, bones, cheese, dinner, milk, greenies, on a list way too long to read,
My friend Fluffy loved his sister MeiMei (sort of),
He would hit her, push her away from his dinner, ignore her, but he would always come back to love and share with her,
My friend Fluffy loved his walk,
He liked the flat parts, hated the down parts, and dreaded the up part, mostly due to the tall Great Dane with the short fence,
My frined Fluffy loved Baby Mckayla,
He followed us to change her, feed her, hug her and he eventually started to sleep in front of her room to protect her,
My friend Fluffy loved to hate skunks,
He would chase, get sprayed, we wash, chase, get sprayed, we wash, chase, get sprayed, we wash
My friend Fluffy had lots of friends,
He had more than 20 people at his 10th birthday when he nearly bit Mansur
Most of all, my dear friend Fluffy, loved the family that loved him back,
Rest well, my dear old friend, some day we shall meet again.
-Ted-
