Phred was always thinking of the small details you or others would never consider. When my brother passed, by the time we got to the funeral home to make arrangements, he had already contacted them to make sure they would take care of arranging to have his apartment pre-cleaned before we went down. He called me in Toledo and suggested I contact the local PD to drive by and keep an eye on the house for fear of people reading obits and using it as opportunity to break in. (Probably called the PD himself!)

And during the visitation and funeral, he came to pay his respects, but mostly came to watch the dogs so we wouldn’t have to worry about them. Of course at the time, my sister was just moving home from Texas and had her 3, which I’m not sure if he had met (maybe once?) and my mom had Pippi as a new addition who was not used to strangers and especially men. But brave man he was, walked into an empty house full of 9 dogs, handing out treats and making friends. His description of Dakota (the Great Dane!) barking as she chomped her biscuits and Pippi eventually doing a flying leap into his lap to dig in his shirt pocket for more treats were priceless.