Tom S Fandango
January 9, 2005 – June 14, 2016
Tall, slim and extremely handsome, walking with him was like being escorted by a movie star with people stopping to watch as we went by. He was far too dignified to roach, and efforts to get him to roo only resulted in an embarrassed half bark. But he sure enjoyed an afternoon nap on the bed with us. We will miss his morning rituals of head butting the bottom of the bed, the bum scritch samba, and the demands for face rubbings among a thousand other silly things.
Run fast, sweet Django. You are loved.
Margo and Lori