Bosco by Cari / Momma

I was married in September of 2006. For the 7 years before that I had a peke-a-poo. After I was married I told my husband that I wanted another one. The other one still lives with my mother. So on May 13, 2007, I called the breeder where we got our other one and she had informed me that a litter was just born that day. On July 5, 2007 I picked him up. He was a chocolate little ball of fluff. He loved sleeping on our hardwood floor and playing with his “big brother” Scotch our Brittany Spaniel. However, I was unable to get him to sleep on the couch with me or even in bed. He always drank a lot of water every chance he had. After his death a lot of people were telling me he may have been diabetic. Everyone kept telling me that things happen for a reason.

On July 21, 2007, my husband decided to go outside and grill some chicken. During a free moment, he picked Bosco up in his arms and our neighbors husky jumped about 2 1/2 feet over the fence, grabbed Bosco out of his arms, and pulled him back over onto their property. I will NEVER get that sight out of my head. I rushed him to an emergency vet but it was too late. I only had him 2 weeks. He was a day shy of 10 weeks old. I drove him the very long 4 hour drive to bury him at my mothers house. My husband even told me that he will be at the gate waiting on me when I get to see him in heaven.

On July 24, 2007, I went back to the breeder and saw a very cute little blonde peke-a-poo. He perked his ears and gave me a kiss on the chin. Now his is 2 years old and he is not allowed near larger dogs unless I know for certain they are not a threat.

Even though I had Bosco for only 2 weeks, it is still very hard. I had taken him to work everyday with me. He even had learned to go inside a horse stall to go “potty”. He was learning a lot of things very fast. I miss him to this day and always carry around a picture of him.

I work at a national pet store chain and always try to warn people of the dangers when going for walks with their small dogs.

 

Bosco, you will always be, "Momma's Tiny Man",
Bosco
Cari