I forgot when I started that life wasn't endless day of sunny fun. I forgot that life was going to get in the middle and that sometimes when I wanted bubbles I just got flat water, (and not when they were trying to throw me out the pub discreetly this time). On the weekend my dog died and my little world I bounce around in didn't seem quite so bouncy any more.
Boofa was one of my best little buddies, he came as a package deal when I met my partner. Offsiders to each other it was clear I wasn't getting one without the other, and that was fine with me as I fell for them both. Boofa was furry, friendly and blue eyed and I was lucky he immedietly took to me or maybe I wouldn't have spent the last five years loving them both. Boofa is the dog by the way, owner of the most amazing pair of blue eyes on a dog I have ever seen, and maybe ever will. They went straight to my heart and when he left just a couple of days ago he took that little piece of my heart with him.
He went everywhere with us, holidays, camping, day trips, swimming in the weir, Boof was there. For five years I have loved him and I have cried a river since he left.
I do know he hated when I was upset, so I have to stop soon. Boof was a fan of funny, not tears. I guess things happen in life and you are meant to learn a lesson from them. I'm not sure what it is yet, but do know I'm glad he was here. That though I've cried it was worth it, to have spent years with such a mate like him. I hope there are sticks for you to chase in heaven buddy, I'll miss you more than I can even write, so I'm going to stop trying.
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