Tucker was a little fuzzy white dog with a huge personality. You could find him making his rounds throughout the house to check on his pack. Tucker was popular in his young age throughout the neighborhood for escaping the house and being returned to us a few times a week. As he got older he became less active, but he still jumped off the bed and zoomed around the house like he was still a puppy. He was spoiled (but never rotten) by the whole family, especially after surgery when the only liquid he would consume was pumpkin purée mixed with ice. We will miss his little face watching us leave for school every day from the window in the living room, and begging for a banana under the table. He didn’t even mind that the banana concealed a pain pill. Although Tucker never caught a duck in his life, in death I’m sure they won’t fly so far away from him. We aren’t sure what he would do if he ever caught one though.