Yogi entered our lives as a whirlwind of mischief, leaving tiny tooth marks on all shoes, baseboards, and furniture that eventually became permanent memories of his puppyhood. He was a dog of refined tastes who ignored his own bowl in favor of a cool sip from Dad’s bedside glass, and a loyal protector who ensured no squirrel ever overstayed its welcome.
Most of all, he was Mom’s shadow. A constant, comforting presence that followed her through fourteen years of life’s ups and downs. The very best part of our day was walking through the front door and looking up to see him sitting right there at the top of the stairs. Seeing his sweet face waiting for us made every day better, it was the ultimate welcome home and the purest reminder of how much we were loved. The house feels far too quiet without the sound of his paws. Yogi, thank you for the gift of your company. You loved us for your whole life, and we will love you for the rest of ours.
