I've been struggling over writing this for over a week. [View all]

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Last Tuesday we made the heart wrenching decision that it was time to
let our Bosley go. He had stopped eating, was sleeping 22-23 hours a
day, needed to be carried outside and then back in again. Liz and I can
still barely talk about it. I find myself getting out 5 cookies for
treats instead of 4, or two insulin hypos instead of just one.

Bosley was with us for something over 12 years and knew every dog and
cat we have ever owned. We had just gotten Dulcinea as a puppy to be a
companion for Sancho, our first Cavalier, and were taking her to puppy
school at Pet Smart. Sancho was not about to be left alone, so he came
along to class just to watch. The staff at Pet Smart realized we were
sort of Crazy Dog Folks. One day we arrived for Dulci's class an a
clerk came running up to us to tell us there was an adoption day going
on and they 'had one of your kind of dog!'. So naturally we had to go
look. In truth, Bosley wasn't a Cavalier, he was a King Charles Spaniel
(aka a Charlie), but we always considered him an honorary Cavalier. We
made it out of the store without him, since we had just gotten Dulci.
But the next day the Mrs. called me at work and said she just couldn't stop
thinking about 'that dog'. So I called Pet Smart, got the number for
the Shelter and called them. Turns out they had making bets on when we
would call. They brought him back to Pet Smart the next week and he
became out Bosi Bear.

He had been rescued from a Puppy Mill where he had been standing stud so
his life could have been worse, but it hadn't been great. When he came
to us he didn't have any idea how to go up or down stairs, he would come
if he were called but it was a slink with his tail between his legs. He
very quickly realized that his life had changed for the better and
wanted to do everything he possibly could to get our approval and love.
And he never stopped.

Shortly after we moved back to Ky he was diagnosed with diabetes. Our
vet told us that the average expectancy for diabetic dogs was 3-5
years. Bosley was going on 9 years a diabetic. We've been aware that
old age was catching up with him, but have been in denial. But last
week we couldn't deny any longer. It was one of the hardest good-byes
we have ever had to go through.

Run free, full of energy and no aches or pains at the Bridge, Bosi
Bear. Say Hi to Sancho and Dulci and Maggi for us and let them know
that we will be along presently. We love you dearly and miss you terribly.