First day he came to live with us, I knew we were going to be best friends. We did a lot of things together. My Bobby was a happy dog, inspired me to be always happy as he is. Now it's still a shock that he is gone. I always woke up early so that I can wish him a good morning. At night I would kiss him goodnight, and I could see in his eyes that he didn't want me to leave him. Everytime when I'm coming from somewhere I knew that before I open the door I have to go to him nd give him a hug, he would be so excited to see me like he last I was gone for weeks. All those priceless moments we had I just don't know how I'm gonna get past the fact that he's gone forever. He was such a handful though, when I was washing dishes or cooking he always took my shoe from my foot and ran, I would chase him till I get tired then he will come back again and take the other shoe. I would shout at him for doing all those things and he would bark back at me. Now I realize that it wasn't just him being a troublemaker but he wanted us to have fun together, I always laughed. My dog always had a way to cheer me up. There is actually not enough words to describe how much of a great dog he was. I'm happy I found him, he died suddenly but he gave me the happiest days ever. I will always cherish him.