Obituaries

My sweet little buddy, Piddy. I named him because it was a silly way of saying “pretty” and he truly was. Even when he got sick and lost a lot of weight, he was still the prettiest boy. He was with me through the most difficult transition, from being a teenager to being an adult. He was with me when I moved out for the first time, when I got married, when I had my baby. Through the stressful times and the happy times, he was always there to curl up in my lap and make biscuits and stare at me with his pretty blue eyes. I’ll miss you forever, bubba. I hope you’re in peace and comfort now.