RIP Bobo, best freind a man could ever ask for
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The birch, 10 licks of the cat? Can you film it so we can all laugh at him?celticpilgrim said:
I put this together the night we had him PTS (23/7), but have only posted it now....
BOBO
I said goodbye to my best friend today. He managed to last until the empirical age of 16 years, but by then the ravages of time had been cruel to the poor lad and had taken all the muscle from his legs and back end, and his plumbing was shot to blazes. I tried to remember when the evil fairies had broken into my house and kidnapped the once mighty Bobo, and replaced him with this frail little old man, wearing his coat, unable to leap onto the bed for his Saturday morning cuddle, or even to jump up the sofa to frighten off the postie.
A rescue dog from the RSPCA, Originally called Ben. Ended up answering to many variants, usually Bobo or Bossman. We saw this GSD cross and fell in love with him and had to get him home. That was not to say he was a blameless child… However, Bobo ended up being my best friend, my confidant, my confessor, and my shrink. When things were good, he’d share in my glory. When the stuff hit the fan, he was always there to give me a reason to carry on. While a little light on advice he was always a good listener.
He was a smart lad, from the beginning we were sure he’d been here before. He’d talk to you in his own way when he wanted something. And always new when he was headed to the vets – which in fairness was rarely for anything serious.
Bullletproof too, raised on spicy food scraps from an early age, he loved a good madras or chilli – never gave him any problems, but also loved brown toast and porridge. In winter, I’d always make him extra.
I’d get up at 4am to take him around the block, as in his later years, he couldn’t last all night without the loo, but I didn’t mind, because he was my boy, and that’s what you do, don’t you?
I know I’m rambling, but I do know that as long as I live, and however many dogs I have, there will never be another dog quite like Bobo. Murphy knows that something’s up, but can’t quite figure it out yet.
Goodnight Bobo, sweet dreams son. Let’s hope we meet again on Rainbow Bridge. Our lives are so much richer for you having touched them.
Bobo – born a dog, died a Gentleman.
As a lad I had a black labrador called Rex who was with me from when I was aged 11 through to young man-hood and I still miss him to this day. I too had to have him PTS and it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do and in fact I am welling up just typing this, but he was the greatest companion that I could have asked for.
I would take him for an hours walk twice a day around the local river and fenns, sometimes we would be gone for hours, partly down to his attraction to chasing rabbits and swimming in every bit of water he could find
Even to this day I miss him so much even though it was such a long time ago he left but I remember him with happy memories of time spent together and getting ourselves into (and out of) some mischief as kids
SLCZ3 said:
Insensitive rubbish
What is it with people like this who seem to enjoy kicking people when they're down?OP, (and Dibble), I feel for you both, my GF recently had to have her GSD put to sleep because of hip/leg problems and I'm starting to see the signs in my GSD/Collie cross
They aren't 'just dogs' they are a part of the family. I was in a really bad place after losing a couple of mates in Iraq and my marriage breaking down while I was out there, and I'm really not sure how I would have coped day-to-day if it wasn't for the fact I had my dog depending on me and just being with me on my darker days. I'm not 100% sure I'd be here today. Now in civvie street I pay over the odds when renting houses so I can have her with me and I will no doubt be devastated when she goes, but thanks to her I'm now in a better frame of mind to be able to handle it.
My condolences and remember, the lives your dogs had with you were infinitely better than they would've been without you.
Dixie68 said:
SLCZ3 said:
Insensitive rubbish
What is it with people like this who seem to enjoy kicking people when they're down?OP, (and Dibble), I feel for you both, my GF recently had to have her GSD put to sleep because of hip/leg problems and I'm starting to see the signs in my GSD/Collie cross
They aren't 'just dogs' they are a part of the family. I was in a really bad place after losing a couple of mates in Iraq and my marriage breaking down while I was out there, and I'm really not sure how I would have coped day-to-day if it wasn't for the fact I had my dog depending on me and just being with me on my darker days. I'm not 100% sure I'd be here today. Now in civvie street I pay over the odds when renting houses so I can have her with me and I will no doubt be devastated when she goes, but thanks to her I'm now in a better frame of mind to be able to handle it.
My condolences and remember, the lives your dogs had with you were infinitely better than they would've been without you.
Cheers Dixie (and apologies again to celticpilgrim for hijacking Bobo's thread).
Delta always looked after me and Mrs Divble, even though in truth he was a real softy. His favourite food was cucumber, closely followed by a bit if Brie!
We picked his ashes up today. Christ, I'm off again.
Delta always looked after me and Mrs Divble, even though in truth he was a real softy. His favourite food was cucumber, closely followed by a bit if Brie!
We picked his ashes up today. Christ, I'm off again.
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