Come on Drinking Buddy

my Gilbey was adopted 1/21/1993-7/18/2008 being about 1 yr old from a kill shelter. He was a snouzer/pug mix. He was a real cutie. He picked me out by nibbling (not bitting) on my fingers ever so gently.I went home that night, then it started to freezing rain. I lay there in bed think about that little salt and pepper color sweetie that they called lil bit. The next morning I went to get him. I went to take him for a walk the next day after my husband picked out a new name for our boy. So here I am going down the road calling, come on "Drinking Buddy". I got back home and told my husband I don't feel right going down the street call, come on "Drinking Buddy" come on "Drinking Buddy". You need to think of a different name, so he did "Gilbey" from his Gin bottle. Every loved his unique name. I also had other pet name for him which he came to. Just a few were Pussycat, Sweet Pea, Monkeyface (he had round eyes like those little monkeys with round eyes. He was the best behaved, leash trained, car trained,house broke , didn't bark much only at the right times, most lovable dog I ever had. I just don't see how the previous owner could have left him there. When Gilbey passed on I had him cremated and he is in a vase with his picture and collar in the living room.Still miss him.
This year a adopted a 1 1/2 yr old yorkie/silky/lapo girl named Angel.She is another good choice as gilbey was.
I know they would have loved each other and would have good playmates.