As soon as he lept at me on that Easter morning, I knew Remo would be my best friend. I remember the simple things: how he loved the huge bones and pig ears from WalMart; how he always stuck his snout out the sunroof, getting drool all in my hair; how he snored in my bed at night- geez it was his bed not mine the way he took control of it. When we got our miniature pinscher he let her nip at him and eat his food. She bullied him, even though he was much bigger than she. He was so sensitive. When we found out he had a genetic heart condition, it devastated us. Even with meds all we could do was wait. Remo, we love and miss you terribly.