I’ve been trying to write this one for awhile, and can’t seem to find the words. Right around the time of Fergie’s 14th birthday, our girl got sick. It happened occasionally, usually lasted a week and then would get back to normal, but this time she couldn’t shake it. We lost her on February 24th. Fergie was honestly the best little dog I have ever had. She was smart, sweet, and patient beyond words. She always loved to be in your lap, under your feet, or snuggled up anywhere near. As she got older, she couldn’t handle the heat of being close, so she would come get her pets then head off to her chair. I have never met anyone that was more excited to head to Florida, I mean LOSING HER MIND, only to climb into her car bed and sleep the entire way. She would walk on the golf course for hours, but refused to cross a bridge. When Lulu wouldn’t lower herself to chase a scary rodent, Fergie was there to corner it and pounce. She would have happily slept with us, but unfortunately snored like a 90 year old man and didn’t mind climbing in your face to wake you up at 5 just to go outside and see what was up. She was more motivated by food than any other dog I have ever had. If I dropped an entire bag of dog food, she would eat until she popped. As she got older, her breath could bring a grown man to his knees, but she was the most loving little thing, even though the loving didn’t smell dewy fresh. She did figure out that she was old, rules no longer applied, and didn’t mind milking that shit for all it was worth. Even though her mannerism and health problems aged her, she always looked like a puppy. I will miss my little stinky-faced, fierce, kind, snoring, cute glutton of an eternal puppy. I hope we gave her the best life, and I am so glad she was ours.