The passing of Gwock

We've had to say goodbye to a dear friend in the last few months. Here is the obituary that was printed in the Daily Herald.

Gwock A. Mole passed away some time in this April. Born in California and raised in the kitchen window sill. He spent his days bringing joy to all those around him. His dreams were to grow five feet tall and then move to St. George where he planned on continuing to grow as he studied avacado production.  Eventually he hoped to provide the Loveridge family with avacado's for guacamole, turkey bacon sandwiches, and salads.  He was preceeded in death by his nine beautiful leaves, and survived by the thousands of flies that may have played a roll in his death. 
A viewing will be held at the garbage can in front of our house. in lieu of flowers, Matt has asked that mourners buy some chips and salsa and enjoy them with your family.

Rest in peace old friend.

Kade is 5!

Kade loves his treats, he thinks they're neat,

he'd like use both hands and feet,

to shovel all the treats he'd eat.

He's not too picky about the treat,

as long as it's something good to eat.

Sometimes salty, but mostly sweet,

 a treat will make his life complete.

If hidden , the challenge he will meet,

like a missile programmed to seek heat,

like a bloodhound he'll sniff through concrete,

to find the most well hidden treat.

He'll beg, and whine and kiss your feet,

then weep and wale (he's not discreet)

but eventually you'll admit defeat,

with his patience few compete. 

(but we still love him)

Adventurer

Excited

observant

Handsome devil