As a rescue, ten years ago, she came to us with the unlikely name of Cleopatra. A name that, for our rough and tumble breed, was as unsuitable as galoshes on a duck. We quickly changed her name to Patty which later had many variations, the most often used were Patty Cakes and Peppermint Patty.

     Her former owner imported her from Rumania and then dumped her on us without a backward glance. I think his wife abused her since Patty was not inclined to make friends with me right away.

     Gavin hasn’t realized she is gone yet. He will miss his playmate and couch cuddler.

     The Curmudgeon is the most shattered. He was hers.  I merely purveyed her meals to her and messed with her ears, claws, and stuff. Yes, she thought of me as slave labor and a pain in the ass. I too will miss our stoic Miss. Mr. Gavin the wuss of the world will, sooner or later, miss her.