Gordon, also known as Downtown Gordon Gecko, GordonBurger or Burger Boy, was born on June 6, 1998, in a Missouri puppy mill to a miniature poodle mom who wasn’t as lucky as he was.

For 16 ½ years, Gordon explored new cities, chowed down at every opportunity and was the best boy anyone could ever ask for.

At six months old, Gordon was discovered in a Fort Lauderdale pet store, about to be shipped out of state due to his advancing age. When Laine, his adoptive mom, picked him up, he latched his paw onto her shoulder and never let go. It was love.

When his father, Jack, first moved in with the family, Gordon protested by barking incessantly for days. Eventually, however, he fell madly in love, and adored his dad forever after.

Gordon was a mover and shaker, planting his fuzzy butt and handsome mug in cities from Fort Lauderdale to Hoboken to Jersey City to El Portal. He even went up in the World Trade Center and spent time South of the Border. In his younger years, he was fast as lightning, and adored a good beach run.

As his nicknames suggest, he loved burgers, and always looked forward to his birthday Whopper, complete with a candle or fancy drink umbrella. On his last birthday, he devoured his beef patty with all the enthusiasm of a dog half his age.

In his later years, Gordon’s devil-may-care attitude about life was an inspiration. He did whatever he pleased (wherever he pleased) and indulged his legendary appetite for life, always eager to greet a new day and squeeze in as many naps as possible.

A hardy little guy despite his origins, Gordon was never sick a day in his life — right up until the very end. He was a confidante to his mom, a devoted son to his dad, a cuddle companion to his sister, Dora. He left this world in the gentle presence of those who loved him the most.

Gordon was preceded in death by his beloved brothers Groucho and Buddy. He’ll take his place at Pet Heaven alongside them, and the three will be together again.

Gordon leaves behind a doting mother and father, Laine and Jack, a brother, Harry, and three sisters, Molly Moo, Dora and Roxy. They will miss his sweet face and soft poodle crest forever.

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” —Will Rogers