How he barked at himself in the mirror. The way he could make a “cove” out of anything. How he instinctively knew if I needed him to cuddle. The way he’d come up for a morning “greeting” and sit patiently while I petted him, then settle in and lean back, or to the side, directing my hand to scratch him on his chest, or ears. And how if I stopped for just a moment, he’d reach out and paw me, reminding me I wasn’t done yet. How he could sort through the food I’d given him and pick out the pill I’d tried to slip in. His fear/love of motorcycles, particularly in his younger days. His perfect doga (dog+yoga) poses every morning.he couldn’t get to toys thrown well within his reach.