Rambo

Rambo was the most wonderful little boy. His personality was unmatched, complete with a sense of humor he was well aware of. He comprehended everything said to him, which was always evident on his expressive face. His prance was at its finest when he was being humorous or had done something commendable. He adored car rides and seized every opportunity to join in. Perched on the center console, Rambo would watch the oncoming traffic, ready to assert his dominance over the big trucks and motorcycles. His detection skills were impeccable; he could spot them from a distance. His cherished stuffed monkey toy was his constant companion, accompanying him everywhere and sharing his sleep. Tiny tennis balls were his playtime selection of choice. His intelligence shone through his ability to locate a lost tennis ball, no matter how long it had been missing. Attempts to dissuade him from his search were futile; if Rambo believed there was a tennis ball, he was invariably correct. He was also a mentor to his sister, Adrian, teaching her life's ways, and they shared an unbreakable bond. A true grandma's boy, he recognized the route to Grandma Carol's house with sheer excitement. With her, he was the happiest boy. Rambo was an irreplaceable companion, deeply cherished and sorely missed. Love you forever, Rambo!