Mrs. Pickles was easily the best dang pet we've ever had. She entered our lives when she was already 6(ish) and for over the next decade, it was our pleasure to share a home with her. She was a big lover, never met a lap she didn't want to curl up on. She thought that the squirrels ought to stay out of her yard, but was never brave enough to really make sure they understood her point of view. She would great us at the door every day when we got home from work, mainly to make sure that we understood that our first duty was to "give me my food!" I hope where ever she is that there is plenty of fried chicken skin, ice cream and spraycan whipped cream (I swear she could hear the cans being shaken up from two towns away). We will always love you, Mrs. Pickles. Love - Daddy, Mommy, Isaac and Hannah.