I can't open my fridge without thinking about Syd. I swear that boy could be in a deep sleep, but as soon as he heard the creek of the refrigerator door I'd hear the thud of his feet hitting the floor. Syd bounced down the hallway and met me in the kitchen, circling my feet while I cooked. He was my wee land shark.
Some days between him and Kiz I don't know how I managed not to fall and break my neck. Kiz is like a dog anchor, firmly fixed between my feet, only moving when I do. Then Syd would run around me meowing frantically. You'd think they never get fed!
Read more about Sydney in Blind Faith EXPANDED.