June 5th, 2007 - January 29th, 2012 RIP Ronaldinho, I'll love you forever

• meeting him for the first time and him following me around the house, sleeping in the most random spots of the house
• his love for biting on to his ears, one at a time or both at the same time
• the way he would army crawl towards my head in bed to get my attention or wake me up
• his whines whenever he thought I wouldn't come downstairs for him when I was upstairs
• his whining in his crate because he didn't want to be inside when we ate dinner
• the way he would sit on the kitchen chair as soon as I got home so I could pet, kiss and greet him
• the way he would let me nuzzling into his chest and breathe in his scent because it made me feel better
• the way he would just sit/lay down and listen to me ramble on about life and all it had to offer (bad and good)
• if he ever had an itchy spot he'd know if he came up and scratched himself, I would bend down and do it for him (he was truly a prince) If I was ever around, he would never have to scratch himself
• the way he would lick my nose so delicately to show how much he loved me
• the way he knew that kisses meant to only sniff peoples' noses/mouths because it's rude to use tongue
• the way he would cautiously jump up on my legs when he knew he wasn't allowed, but I let him anyway
• when he would get in trouble and leave my room or go under my bed... and less than two minutes later would end up sprawled out on our bed passed out looking too cute to scowl at
• the way he hogged our bed.. pushing me to the sides every night, hogging the blankets and just overall best cuddle buddy ever
• the way he knew when I got mad, to get the eff away from me
• how he would never leave the house through the front door unless I was there to watch over him, he would never run away from us, ever
• his little angry look whenever I tried to cut his nails and he'd just huff and puff until I stopped bothering him
• his snoring at night... it could wake the dead
• his pig snorts whenever we went on walks.. he wanted to sniff everything all at once but his nose couldn't handle it
• how he would never look up on walks
• the way he would bite and play with my night shirts, and wait for me to put it on him because he liked the smell of them (me) and wanted to wear it around the house
• the way he would get so excited to wear any of his little sweaters
• the way he would sleep in the car whenever we went somewhere, the tension he had getting in the car and then the soothing ride where ever we went... and him sleeping like a dead puppy.. always worried me, but he was always okay
• the way he'd sit pretty, lay down, sit, give us each paw, high give with both paws and wait for his treats
• the way he'd run away as soon as he saw the mop/vacuum/duster/broom
• the way he'd sleep on the kitchen table when no one was around, just because he could
• his little fat bumbum, even if he wasn't actually fat (20lbs!)
• his lazy sitting.. (he'd sit on his fatty legs instead of his bum)