When my daughter Lisha first saw him it was "love at first sight" and I had to let him go home with her. He was never far from her side or her bed. Lisha had just gone through a rather ugly divorce and Hobo (I named him) was a great comfort to her. He remained with Lisha at her home on Lake Murray until the Fall of 2017 when she was diagnosed with brain cancer. She subsequently asked me to take him home when she could no longer care for him.
I have treasured him for the last two years until he passed away day before yesterday. I miss him terribly.