Remy was always happy to see me, and I don't think I ever came into our home when he didn't greet me. He loved me even when I let water boil over on the stove, or didn't make the bed, or grabbed clothes out of the hamper because I didn't feel like putting laundry away.
He curled up next to me when I was sick, or scared, or sad. He kept me warm in the winter - and was the best excuse I ever had for turning on the AC in the summer.
Remy wasn't like other dogs. He didn't like to go for walks. He never wanted to run outside, or dig in the yard. Mostly, he wanted to hang out on the sofa and watch movies or sports on TV. He let the cats play and jump and even lick him and lay on him. He ate when he was supposed to, never complained, and only had a handful of accidents in his 14+ years.
He had his own personality. He knew when he was in trouble. He knew that even though X was immune to the puppy-dog eyes - I was not. He would get upset when our schedules changed, and we would come home later, or be gone more - and he wasn't afraid to show his displeasure.
Remy's love was unconditional. He didn't see flaws or mistakes or excuses. He saw the good in everyone who passed through our door. I've never had a more devoted, happy, laid-back, or well-adjusted friend. I miss him every day.
Remy taught me what kind of person I want to be. I'm grateful he always thought I already was that person.