Loki (appropriately named after the Norse god of mischief) is our 21 pound FatCat…or PHATcat 🙂 … he gave us a glimpse of what it would be like to have a pet walrus 😉 …I called him “big boned”…Brian called him “severely overweight.” He was always in one of 3 modes: sleeping, begging for food, or trying to lay on us in any way possible! He had never known any other animal but dogs, and truly believed he was one…just one that was capable of getting on the counters! GSP’s are not generally good around cats. However, Loki was bigger than Cello when she came home, and he was not shy about letting Cello know that! Over time they had become loving siblings, and play-buddies. They could often be seen playing together or sleeping together. Loki actually made sure he was touching Cello in some way anytime he snuggled up to go to bed…sometimes he reached out with his paw and placed it on Cello. They were the best of friends!
If “little man” syndrome had ever applied to a dog, that would be our “Little Peepers,” Cleopatra! She was 150 pounds of guard dog in a 7 pound body. The treasure she was guarding was her Mama. She was my shadow, and constant friend. Cleopatra also had a big heart and soft-spot for her brother, Dante and her PaPa, but would only show them when I wasn’t home! She was one of the sweetest and funniest dogs you could ever meet (IF you were ME that is! …to most people she mostly only showed her “sassy” side!) Cello loved to “play” with Cleopatra….which Cleopatra did not find as entertaining as Cello did. However that never deterred Cello’s desire to love her sister. Cello was the playful sister that Cleopatra loved, but sometimes never wanted! Cleopatra will always hold a special place in our hearts. We love and miss her every day.
Dante… the ultimate sick-day buddy would lay in bed with us for 24 hours if need be! He was our constant companion, and loving friend. What he lacked in energy he made up in heart. He loved naps in the sun, and laying on the couch watching sports with Brian. Date was also very good at letting us know when dinner time was…OR an hour before with his signature “tap dance” – -a sight to behold! He is missed and loved everyday, and was fondly nicknamed our “little Boody.” Unfortunately, Dante was very, very ill when we got Cello. However, he perked-up when “puppy Cello” came home, and was able to enjoy Cello’s energy for a short while before passing in August of 2011. Even though Cello was a “wild-child,” she always knew how to be gentle with Dante.