and yet. . . i loved when he jumped up on my bed and cuddled next to me. i loved when he came trotting out from underneath a bed whenever someone called "bandit?" i loved when he laid down at my feet when i was watching a movie, or reading, or eating, or sewing, or doing homework. i loved when he would chase me around the yard, barking and wagging his tail and then plopping down in the grass like the happiest little dog alive. i loved when he jumped up on his hind legs and "clapped" when he wanted a treat. i loved how he was always there to keep me company. i loved when i picked him up and he rested his little head on my shoulder.
i loved our little dog. he's gone now, but i think he's in a better place. great-grandpa wilcox is taking care of him. we'll miss you bandit. we love you.
this isn't the best picture of him, but the only one i had.