RIP Bobo, best freind a man could ever ask for

[celticpilgrim]

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.

[celticpilgrim]

Thanks for all the kind words, it means a lot, although I still fell as if my right arm has been torn off...

We made the decision to get a puppy, as Murph is not the most stable individual, and he just would not be able to be the only dog in the house, and needs a buddy. Those pictures will be posted on a new thread, out of respect for the Boss....who'd have thought that putting a loaf of bread away would reduce me to tears - 1 less slice of toast in the morning...

[celticpilgrim]

Dibble, your words on Delta's passing prompted me to post what i'd put down about the Boss, and for that, I thank you, and also share in your loss of a beautiful dog.

If it had ben my choice, I'd have got a GSD in a heartbeat, but due to the size of our house, a full grown GSD was not an option..

Edited by celticpilgrim on Thursday 19th August 22:22

[celticpilgrim]

Collected the ashes from the vets, and heard my self saying...'Right, let's get you home where you belong'

[celticpilgrim]

Not looking forward to collecting Delta's ashes tomorrow. I know he was "only" a dog, and I've lost family members and close friends, but it's been a tough few days missing the big dopey idiot.
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there is no such thing as 'only' a dog'

When I need to take a day off, I tell the office I'm looking after the kids, perfectly normal to me!!

[celticpilgrim]

I have 3 sets of ashes in the house..

Bobo, obviously, Harry our staffie X who fell to prostrate cancer (replaced by Murph) and Guinness, my collie X from when i lived at home. I speak to them every day, say hello, and always raise the 1st beer of the evening in their direction - I'm not mad or anything, just a hello!!

Edited by celticpilgrim on Thursday 19th August 23:19