“I feel that Jean Luc extended my mother’s life.
When she became bed ridden he sat with her on her bed for hours.
He was this little adorable thing who tried to steal her food, which always entertained her.
She always wanted to know where he was.
He gave her something to think about– wondering where he was and all of his antics.
When I first got Jean Luc, my boss loved him.
He would conduct his business meeting holding Jean Luc like a baby, with his head on his shoulder.
My mother loved those types of stories.”