Whenever we would have pancake breakfasts (which weren't
that often), we always saved the last pancake for Corky. She would get so excited on mornings that I cooked pancakes because she knew the smell and knew she'd be getting one before too long. She would wait so patiently, and as soon as it was clear we were all finished, she'd start bouncing with excitement.
My kids and I would take turns giving her little pieces to make it last. It's one of my fond memories of her.
