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Rest in Peace!

Unfortunately, my roommate was not that ecstatic about him, at first. He chewed up the leg of her sofa, so I ended up giving him to my law school roommate, who lived in Knoxville. She re-named him Milo! A few days came and went and I couldn't stand it anymore! I drove the 3 hours each way just to reclaim my dog! They almost didn't give him up and Karin's now husband left messages pleading for me not to take Milo! Hmph!

Waverly was the BEST! He had the warmest face and biggest smile. I got Moses because his face looked so much like Waverly's. And he was SMART too! He knew all of his toys and all of the basic obedience commands. Although sometimes, instead of rolling over, he would twirl around, just to be funny!

He was also very sentient. If some of us were upstairs and some of us were downstairs, he would just lie in the middle of the stairs, trying to keep everyone company. At night, he would move around between all the kids' beds.

He was also very sensitive. One day, I brought home another Maltese, Willie Mae, to keep him company. Any time he tried to get near me, she would rush him and snap at him. This made him visibly upset and very dejected. I ended up taking him home to Nashville.

Wavy was the kind of dog that transformed a non-animal person into a real fan! After I moved to Austin, it was clear that Willie was going to hen peck him into a serious depression. I ended up taking him home to Nashville where he stayed with my mom and dad. Because they traveled so often, they left him with my aunt, a clean freak. She was not a dog person. Soon, enough, he had converted her! She taught him Korean and called her her baby. When her girls left for school, he took their place, although he was starting to show his age. I noticed that he was getting some age tumors and moving a little slowly.

This past week, my groomer, who had not seen him in 10 years asked, "How's Waverly? "He's fine," I said. "Oh, well, he just disappeared one day, and I didn't want to ask, but I just wanted to know." Well, the next day, I few with Abigail to Nashville. Mom and dad were driving me to their house. "How's Waverly?" I asked. "Oh, he's fine," mom said. "Do you want to know the real story?" Dad said, "He went to heaven several months ago. Cancer." WHAT?!! "Well, we didn't want you to be sad."

Oh Waverly, you were the best dog ever. There will never be another like you. You were the blue standard of all of the good dogs here on Earth. I'm just glad that John has a companion up there to keep him company, until we all see each other again!