"When snow fell, we brought winter to him," Kutlačić wrote in her tribute. "We brought snowballs inside and apparently he thought they were pancakes - he attempted to eat quite a few. Who needs legs when, in your mind, you're capable of flight? Come spring, we dug up some roots, shoveled in some dirt, planted a few plants and, once again, the outdoors came to him. The summer sun caressed his body through the window."