Tuffy would come from down the street to visit me before he became mine. The woman he belonged to informed me that she had no time for him and was trying to find him a home. That is when he became a fixture in my truck and in my heart. He went everywhere with me. He would rather sit in the truck and wait on me at the grocery store than to be home. It left a huge, aching void in my heart when he passed. His ashes are scattered in my mom's cemetery, where mine also will be one day.