ALF came to us at barely a pound when he was 6 weeks old.  He was a character from day one.  My husband bought him for me as a birthday present but although he loved me too there was an immediate bond between Alf and my husband.  What he did not have in size he made up for in attitude.  For some reason he came to believe that a broom or mop were mortal enemies and would attack them whenever anyone brought one out.  He also would attack our son's remote controlled cars or a vaccum cleaner.



 My husband's health problems would often land him in the hospital.  Alf would spend all of his time (while my husband was in the hospital) walking around under the blankets on our bed 'looking for Daddy'.  I would finally pull a shirt of my husband's out of the laundry and put it on a pillow so ALF would catch Larry's scent and relax so I could sleep.  



ALF's closest dog buddy was my poodle Toby.  We had Toby put to sleep in 2001 and had him cremated.  We held on to Toby's ashes so that when Alf's time came we could have him cremated and mix his ashes with Toby's so they could be buried together.  When Toby died Alf grieved for weeks so we got him a companion named Sammy.  Sammy is grieving tonight for Alf (as we all are).  We will miss our sweet little guy terribly.  



Have fun on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge Alfie.... we love you.



Momma