7-3-06 to 5-4-11.
Our beautiful, black faced boy has left us all too soon. We miss our Smoochie’s nudge kisses, his attempts to hatch our son out of bed in the morning, his “wake -up paw”, and playing monster under the covers with his Daddy. We remember him as bouncy and wiggly and cuddly and funny. He enjoyed every single flake of snow, snooting through it for treasure and coming back to the house covered in it. One day, we will get to hug him again, and we will never stop.
Fay, Doug, John, Christopher, and Porter Benson