In Loving Memory
I only met him once, and spent only a few hours with him, but I have to say that this was one of the sweetest dogs I’ve ever come across:
The one standing, Boodha, passed away last Thursday. He had cancer, but he was a real trooper: apart from some struggles in standing up after a nap, he’d lumber along, happy as a clam.
Boodha was a German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix; I was a little bit nervous in meeting him because the temperment of both breeds is on the notorious side. He totally displaced any fears I had when he came up and gave me a doggie kiss – it was like having a big teddy bear come up to you and shower you with affection.
I got the text from my friend Irma this evening: I’ve been meaning to tell u something but haven’t had the heart to tell you. [Boodha] was put to sleep last Thurs. I miss him! So weird going to work w/out him there.
It’s funny how much of an impact a dog can have on you, even if you only spend a moment with each other. Boodha, I hope you can find Whiskey and Murphy up in doggie heaven; you all can share cancer stories. And little smokies.