Fancy was my life. I had no children and I had Fancy since was 12 weeks old, so she was my child. Anyone who knew Fancy loved her. Most people would say she had an attitude, but it was a good attitude. She loved attention. She gave her love unconditionally and the only thing she wanted back was my love, which she totally had and still does and always will. Fancy loved her treats and she would do almost anything to get them. She hated the rain (little Miss Priss), but she would go out and do her business just to get her treats. She is terribly missed and will be loved forever.