Boston, poody, busty, Bosy bear.

I write this so sad you have left me, so raw the feelings since y
Last week.
I had you since you were a puppy, yes 18 years (a month short of 18) is a good life, but the pain hurts more as you have been my best friend for so long.

What will I do without you?

You were so frail near the end but you loved to stand gently on your pebbles outside, sniffing the air as you always did.

Poodys pebbles.(

You lost your hearing but we used to gently clap to let you know we were near.

Doggy dementia is so hard, to see you in your little world oblivious but the pain it brought me.

You lost your appetite & I was always running to the local butcher or M&S for something tasty to tempt you, you nibbled on corned beef and digestive in your last few days.

We changed the house around to make things easy for you, poody anything for you was my motto.


I had to make the single most hardest decision of my life but the vet was so gentle and I hope you are at peace little boy, I know I am hurting so bad & I hope we ,set one day.

My tears are there still, my pain aches, I cannot believe my best friend isn't here, I got your paw print tatooed on my skin.

You will always be in my heart, my soul, I will love you always.

What a lovely , beautiful, good, cute, gentle little boy Bosy.....

God bless poody button. Xxxx