it was xmas eve, we let bosco out, and when she didnt come back, went looking, and she was dead on the sidewalk. mom was not big on dogs, didnt want her. but she was neglected by the neighbors. so she caved. they became great friends. she was with her when we had to move out of our longtime home after my dad died.
i went out the next day and found a cocker spaniel puppy. my sisters were livid. mom was about 70, and had just retired do to a couple of heart attacks.
he was too small to come home, and i kept him for 6 mos so she wouldnt have to do all the training.
he was her best buddy for 15 yrs, eating the last bite of every meal she had, greeting her when she came home from her bridge games. rt up til she went into assisted living.
i took him back, and he was my son’s buddy til the end. i didnt drag him along when i went to see her, as he wasnt allowed in her place, and i had a car full of kids when i visited a house full of people. when i finally brought him out 1 xmas, she told me that she thought we were lying to her, and that we’d had him put down.
he was pretty frail by then. 17. she told me it was time to let him go. i wouldnt have picked that moment, but he was her dog.
i dont ever want to b w/o a dog, but i’m not sure i have another puppy in me. current pup has been a heartache. might b time for little dogs.
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