This is Fuzz. Many knew him as a fwimmer, poop extraordinaire, and a legend of Hairstorm. Fuzzy said "Goodnight" one July evening, leaving many tears behind. Everyday, his eyes told his story. He watched, he waited and then he would get sassy if the humans were not offering up exactly what he wanted. He would hop off to his little bed to sleep in comfort or just to get the Mommy Person to stop loving on him. Still today, tears fall, as Fuzzy has hopped away to his little bed in heaven, leaving behind an empty space in all of our homes and our hearts. Fwim on, Fuzz, Fwim on. Thank you all for your continued support of our mission, to protect the Pekingese who have been left behind.