I think we both found pleasure and some serenity when I would take you out for long walks when you lived on Naomi St. in Burbank. Remember how I would throw the tennis ball on top of the guest house roof and you would wait for it to roll down and catch it? I miss you so much my big baby puppy dog. But now you are in a place where you can walk and run again. Your hip disability got the best of you down here on earth buddy. I love you Fat Chai.  Kenny

Peace be with you always Fat Chai.