In memory of

Brian

Portrait of Brian

He loved, the couch, even when he wasnt allowed🤣

Unmistakably them

When my parents got him, in 2009, he jumped up on my dad, and stole his keys.

A treasured memory

When, i used to play the game, where we would, call out a letter and if you had the letter in your name, you would run to the gate and back, and he loved joining in.