Oh sweet boy. You were a little puppy trapped in a big, beautiful body. You ate your weight (and then some) in shoes, tv remotes, keys, cell phones, clothes, furniture, cupboards, books, bedding, toys and basically anything that was or wasn't nailed down. You were so big that small children could hitch a ride on your back. You were my brother's first baby and he loved you. Oh did he love you. Around him you were a little angel. Such a sweet boy. Around everyone else, a hellion. But we loved you anyway, or maybe because of that.
Good bye you sweet boy. Go find my dad at the fishing hole up in heaven. I think he might have a ball for you to destroy.