Words cannot express the joy I felt when my dad gave me Cleo for my 23rd birthday.  I desperately wanted a dog, but I felt pretty confident that my wishes were not going to be granted – not at that time, anyway.  You can imagine my surprise when I walked into my Mom and Dad’s kitchen after an outing with one of my best friends to find this adorable, snuggly, little 5 pound bundle of fur all scrunched up underneath their “lazy Susan” cabinet.  At the time, Charles and I were engaged to be married, and bringing Cleo into the wedding-planning process was probably the only thing that could have made my life any happier.  She immediately became our little baby, and as all new parents do, we spoiled her absolutely rotten.  She always had a very strong personality, even right from the very beginning.  While her early months were somewhat destructive (she destroyed our engagement scrapbook and a peace lily from my Grandfather’s funeral), she settled down and learned how to lounge in style, taking over most, if not ALL, of our furniture!  She loved to go on walks, and her all-time favorite activity was playing fetch.  If we were sitting, she was finding something for us to toss.  She is survived by her life-long companion, Tony, her younger brother, Jack, and her very proud Mommy and Daddy, Juli and Charles.  While we will miss her deeply, we feel at peace knowing that she is, after several long months, at last with her Maker.