Ace was a good pet. He was a flea-ridden pound puppy that we had to bathe three times before we could take him home with us. He chewed through Bill’s monitor cable and pooped in his bicycle helmet, among other places. He scratched and bit. He whined and barked. He aimed to please though so after a bit of training, he could walk off-leash, heel on command, roll over, shake, speak… he could even jump in the bathtub if he was going to be sick. He loved to be with us. It will be strange not to have him yip at us or rub under our legs and feet for a back scratch. He had a good life. He made our lives better. He will be missed.