I loved how soft and fluffy Turbo was after a brushing, and he liked it, too. I think he took a lot of pride in how he looked, even though he NEVER, and I do mean NEVER groomed himself, which is why he always had problems with his fur getting matted. When he was brushed, he would strut around the house as if he thought he was royalty, like a glorious lion.

His passing still hurts… I think about him all the time, and I often wonder if pets go to heaven. I hope they do. A family member sent us a poem called Rainbow Bridge. Every time I think about it, my eyes well up. I can only hope that after a beloved pet passes away, they wait somewhere, anticipating a reunion with thier beloved humans one day.