His name was Man.

short for Manford. But he had about fifty nicknames.

He was just six months old when he came to live with us and he fit right in. He followed me EVERYWHERE like a little shadow and when I sat down he would be as close as possible without actually sitting on me.

He was the only dog with actual permission to sleep on the bed and not once did he chose to sleep elsewhere. Nor did we ever displace him, despite the snoring.

I miss you terribly my little snuggle-pug, this house just won’t be the same without you.