Rupert was born in 1983 and was the pride and joy of my aunt and uncle, as they had no children. When my uncle died and a year later my aunt went to a retirement center, I was priveledged to adopt Rupert, at that time 17 yrs old. He was an ornery doggie with a sometimes bad temper and an always "my way" attitude. He had NEVER been told no to anything and sure wasn't going to start hearing "no" at this stage of life. He demanded the best of everything, and got it! He stayed by my side every minute I was around and I was one of the very few that could touch him without losing an arm.(His teeth were excellent even when he died at age 20) Rupert was my pal and even with his bad attitude, I couldn't help but be impressed by his overpowering self-assurance.He enjoyed Heaven on earth and so the transition must have been easy for him. I miss you old buddy.