Tony the King.  Even in his last days he would play. He would come up behind me and hit my ankle so I would chase him. He liked to get in my lap except when it was too hot. He would always cry when he came into the room where I was so I would know he was there. When I put my head down on the bed next to him he would spread my hair out and then lay on it. So many things I remember about him. How I wish he was here in person. He will never leave my heart.  Someone gave him to me when he was two months old. He was the cutest baby I ever saw. He was loving but he sure had an independent streak also. We had such a strong bond. He contracted a disease that was incurable. I was devastated when he went to the Bridge. The ache of losing him is still in my heart.