This is a tribute  to my fluffy, little guy, Sir Guy. He got his name because
we couldn't think of a name for him. My son just called him Little Guy, and
Guy stuck, but wasn't good enough, so we added Sir. He liked to play with
anything that moved, including Wiskeys' tail, ears, etc. He liked to lay with
her and look out the patio doors. He was very sad when she passed. He lost
his buddy. I knew he'd follow her after a while. He liked to sleep on my
pillow with his head on my hand, sometimes licking a finger with his raspy
little tongue. He also learned to accept the Sheltie we got, and they'd take
turns playing catch through the house or in the yard. I miss him very much,
but know he's with his buddy, Wiskey, and I'll see them both some day. 
Wiskey and Sir Guy's Mommy