Zachy was the king of the house and I know that where ever he is, he’s probably ruling the place. You’d always run and jump onto me as I’d walk through the door, or as Id be approaching the house you’d be barking at whatever intruders outside your house. You’d always be trotting around the house looking for food, wanting attention or looking for the laser. As much as you were a foodie like most of us, you had such a picky taste. Mozzarella dippers: Id take the batter of the first one and break it into little pieces and you wouldn’t eat it but if I went to pick it up you’d growl at me and try to bite my head off. I’d do the same with a second mozzarella dipper and you’d gobble it all up like a civilised doggie. We loved to spoil you zachy, and you loved it too. You loved getting dressed up to go to the park or for a drive: your bow ties, shirts, turtle neck jumpers, Xmas jumpers. Don’t get me started on how fabulous my little nephew looked. He’d always pose for the camera because he knew how cute and handsome he looked. You loved farting on us whilst we’d be cozy on the sofa, don’t think I forgot about that. My point is Zachy, you’ll never be forgettable and your favourite auntie will always love you and miss you Zachy. Xxx