He obeyed her every command even though she was so small she fit in the
palm of your hand. He even "marked" her as his territory every
time they went outside to potty. He took great pride in grooming her as
well; that went on for 11 years. Daily, he licked her face clean of any food
remnants and eye bugars. He kept her ears so clean that the vet had
difficulty believing her age because her ears were so clean. They loved to
be together, laying on one another and standing or sitting side by side with
their tails moving in sync.
Bo became very protective of me back in May of 1990. He knew before we
did that a baby was on the way. Buffy soon caught on as well. The two of
them who would normally allow anyone into our home now screened our visitors
carefully.
Once the baby was born and we were still in the hospital my husband took
my nightgown home to wash it. Of course, it had both my scent and our
daughter's. Bo and Buffy went nuts with excitement! They had free reign of
the waterbed but they both chose to sleep on the couch where my husband had
placed my nightgown before washing it (so it didn't get washed for a couple
of days). As the baby grew the dogs guarded her with great pride and took
their job seriously. Our daughter, now 10, has never known her life to be
without Bo or had to witness her best girl go through such pain.
Since Bo's death Buffy stopped eating like usual, sometimes eating only
enough to kill any tummy pains she must have been having. She withdrew from
activities like walking, running and playing. She also shied away from
affection where she usually demanded it.
Her new chum, Coco, a 3 year old chocolate lab is getting her to come
around. She sees some of Bo's mannerisms in him, we all do, and I think that
comforts her. Coco, by no means, was to be a substitute for Bo, that's not
fair to him or any of us, he's a reminder that life goes on and the pain
doesn't have to last forever.
During my grieving I came to the conclusion that God made a dog's life so
much shorter than a human's because there are so many dogs that need good
homes, if a dog lived as long as a human look at how many more homeless dogs
there would be or those of us who are dog lovers would receive citations for
having too many dogs...
(I have also attached a picture taken approximately 1 month after we got
Buffy; she's laying on him. And I have attached the last photo taken of Bo
and Buffy (he's sleeping on her)).
This morning we lost
Buffy. We had her put to sleep because she had difficulty breathing,
seizures, and passing out, perhaps the early stages of lung cancer. She
turned 13 in January.
Thanks, Angie
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