Neo Was....

If life is like a box of chocolates, then a pet's death is like the chicken pox....let me explain. I have never before experienced the loss of a significant pet. Hampsters, fish, and a stray cat, but never a pet that I had grown attached to or was responsible for. I believe that this has seriously hindered me as an adult. Similar to chicken pox, I think that the older you are when you go through losing a great pet, the worse it is. Right now, I have a severe case of "Neo pox." Friday afternoon, Kevin, Nala, and I said goodbye to our beloved boy, Neo. He went peacefully and surrounded by those who care deeply for him. He was a victim of cancer. He was 8 years old. He was our first baby...But he was so much more than that too. Neo was:

Always smiling

Cuddly


Bashful

Daddy's buddy

not a fan of scary movies

Photogenic

never enthused about taking a bath

Well read

Refined

Playful

Always ready for a party

An expert napper

Good at making himself comfy wherever he was

a great pillow

loved

a good TV buddy

trendy...oooh look at that Snuggie!

rewarding..."good job finding that Geocache, Debbie!"

Obedient (not really, but this picture could fool anyone)

Part of our family

a great exercise partner

An expert gift opener

Guardian of the yard (look out squirrels & opossums)

A very good brother to Nala

Always curious

Obsessed with tennis balls, cookies, and wrapping paper (so put them together and watch out!)

the only dog I knew who needed to wear pajamas to bed

Adorable

.......our good boy.