I still remember when we first saw you. I was amazed at how friendly you were, how readily you approached everyone for pets. And when your Dad told you that you could have your own room, you were so eager and happy.
After we brought you home, you warmed up to me almost immediately, demanding that I pet you for hours. But you were still rambunctious, and petting sessions were often followed up games of tag down our hallway.
I remember foolishly thinking that we could train you to not chew cords. You quickly disabused us of that notion, almost severing the wire to our battery recharger within seconds.
You were patient with us, always greeting us at the door when we came home from work, or following us into the bathroom in the mornings to rub up against us while we were brushing our teeth.
You were always so friendly to people, especially our gaming group. Once you ascertained that they were okay, you nuzzled up to them for a pet. Either that, or you ate their character sheets. You were always present during games, snuggling up to me or your Dad, mischievously knocking over drinks, nosing dangling feet.
Having you present soon became synonymous with visiting our house. You were there to greet guests during our small parties, especially our Beer Snobbery parties, where you would knock over beer bottles so that you could sample the interesting smelling fluid that everyone was drinking.
You were always a people rabbit, wanting to participate in anything we were doing, whether it was gaming, watching TV, playing video games, or interfering with my dance practice.
I still remember when we were depressed, you would snuggle up to us and patiently wait. You would never demand pets during those times, you would just press your warm, furry body up against us and let us know that you were there.
And when you legs finally gave out, you were so patient and loving. Never complaining about the exercises we put you through, or the fact that you had to wait for us to prop you up so that you could eat.
I loved how big your heart was. But big as it was, it couldn't stop the inevitable breakdown of your body. But as always, you thought of us first, licking us constantly after the vet gave you the final shot, even as your life was ebbing away, assuring us that everything was going to be okay.
You were my first baby, and my most precious little boy. I miss you, Winnie.
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