This post is not about Idaho fly fishing. It is about the heartbreak my wife & I encountered these past few days. See about 9+ years back we found this little buff colored Pomeranian at what we called a "puppy mill". More commonly these are known as mall type pet stores. The little thing was very sick, weighed maybe a pound and someone had deliberately broken his little tail so it would curl more and he would look "prettier".
|THE REAL KING|
His name was Bosley. Bosley? Well that doesn't sound very regal, so we added a few middle names. Ultimately he became known as Sir Bosley Winston Churchill. The name suited him for he had this uncanny ability to rule all those around him. My wife, daughters and nieces literally carried him everywhere. He would not walk on anything but carpet. He demanded the "pack", being my wife and I and other dogs all be in the bed together by dark each night. My wife literally hand fed him each morning. Whenever the other dogs needed to go out, he would let you know. BOY WAS HE SMART!
Well little Bosley developed a terminal heart problem last summer and he lasted about 7 more wonderful months with a great quality of life. Unfortunately we had to treat his heart failure with a medication that ultimately killed his kidneys. But he had a great life for a few months more. Other than loosing my mother and father, thus far in my life, euthanizing my animals has been the most difficult thing. And I am always there to hold them through every second. Tough! Boy I'll say! Very tearful!
There are many deserving animals out there. They are willing to give to you everything in return for a very small amount of caring, food and support. I simply do not understand how people can think dogs are evil and unclean. Heck, I know plenty of people more unclean than dogs. Go out there and adopt one. You will not be disappointed.
Carpe diem and hug you family including your pets often.
Tags: Ode to our "Baby Girl" Sheba
Ode to our "Little Boy" Bosley