RIP Bobo, best freind a man could ever ask for
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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.
Sorry to hear that. He sounds like a real family member, which I guess he was, just as important and just as loved as anybody else in the household.
We have just started collecting dogs again, after eight years without any. We have three now, but the family will grow, and I know there will be heartache, just as much as I know there will be love and happiness, and faithfulness and dedication.
Our first is called Jack, a rescue dog, aged 7, passed on from several families who have done unspeakable things to him. He has no fur under his neck, from several years on a tight chain. He has already tried to take the end off my thumb, after he panicked when I tried to grab him after he ran into the house. That happened a month ago, and I still think I will lose the nail yet. I forgave him though and I think/hope he is adjusting back to being a normal secure dog now he is in our family.
The second two, rescue dogs again, twin black things, were mere skinny pups at the beginning, with ribs showing, timid as hell, but they will grow and learn to trust us.
We have just started collecting dogs again, after eight years without any. We have three now, but the family will grow, and I know there will be heartache, just as much as I know there will be love and happiness, and faithfulness and dedication.
Our first is called Jack, a rescue dog, aged 7, passed on from several families who have done unspeakable things to him. He has no fur under his neck, from several years on a tight chain. He has already tried to take the end off my thumb, after he panicked when I tried to grab him after he ran into the house. That happened a month ago, and I still think I will lose the nail yet. I forgave him though and I think/hope he is adjusting back to being a normal secure dog now he is in our family.
The second two, rescue dogs again, twin black things, were mere skinny pups at the beginning, with ribs showing, timid as hell, but they will grow and learn to trust us.
Edited by King Herald on Thursday 19th August 19:21
Sorry to hear it, it's hard to understand if you've never had that bond with your dog.
I'll never forget seeing my dad come home from the vets and getting out of the van with Max's collar in his hand.
He was there from the day i was born until i was 14, I can honestly say it was the saddest day of my life so far.
R.I.P Bobo (and Max)
I'll never forget seeing my dad come home from the vets and getting out of the van with Max's collar in his hand.
He was there from the day i was born until i was 14, I can honestly say it was the saddest day of my life so far.
R.I.P Bobo (and Max)
to Bobo.I know EXACTLY how you feel, after we had our GSD Delta put to sleep on Monday. I know exactly what you mean about them being there all the time. Even though we still have our Golden Retriever, Fudge, (who TBH we always thought would be first to go), the house just feels so empty. There's no Delta siting at the front gate, driving us nuts barking at everyone that walked by. There's no Delta, guarding us at night, lying in the bedroom door. There's no Delta, rolling on his back for a tummy rub when I got up for work. Fudge still can't work out where the boss dog is.
Reading your post has just set me off again.
Reading your post has just set me off again.
, so sorry for your loss amigo. Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff