My Magical boy has returned Home

Memories of my Patrick:

How wild he was in his youth, unbridled excitement that he didn’t quite know what to do with other than grab a ball.
The way he followed Dan around everywhere like his shadow
How he could be so vulnerable and so strong at the same time.
The way he would get crazy at night with excitement when everyone was finally calm and altogether pushing his ball into our laughs and bothering us – his favorite time of day was when we were all together
His lopsided face
How much he loved to give mouth kisses over and over. Filling an emotional need deeply.
He tolerated dogs, and absolutely adored humans
His screeching that he only did for his favorite people when he hadn’t seen them in a while – Mom, Dan, Mike, Debra
His obsession with a laser
All the trouble has green rubber ball got us in
His yearning to always know where we were
His vulnerable heartwarming nature
How he grew to hate the vet. Shaking and panic attacks, my sweet boy.
At 12.5 years old, he chased a coyote into their den of 7 and got bit on his way out!
How he loved to chase the van in his wheelchair
His picky appetite, and how he would make such a mess when I would hand feed him.
The absolute pure innocence of him
Barking at crows and seagulls, especially and wanting to chase their shadows
Even barking at airplanes!
He tolerated most dogs, but he especially accepted Teddy, who he let lay right next to him in his bed .two old men
How Bernie respected him immediately
His farts were so smelly
How he insisted on sleeping in bed with us
How he got more stubborn the older he got.
His joy at meeting new people
His small paws, his big chest, his thin white coat.
His voracious will to live. And Connect with humans
Never dissuaded from this drive to connect . May we all have such an open heart