I got ivy a few years after my sister passed, I guess you could say she saved my life. She was a happy, cuddly, not afraid of anything bundle of fur. Oh she could also be stubborn and voiced. Even when she did something wrong, she would give me that side eye that could melt my heart. She loved her morning and evening walks, the sent of a deer sent her into oblivion, rabbits she always tried to catch up to. She loved winter, especially the snow. She got blastomycosis at age 4, she over came that, she was a fighter. She as 12 when I had to say goodbye. Small but mighty.