May 28 1993 —- Nov. 21 2000
Maltese / Yorkie Mix
I’ll never forget the day he was born.
It seemed like ever for eight weeks to go by.
Then it came time for my friend to bring him home.
I named him “Bowser”.
It was love at first sight & then some.
I wanted a powerful-strong name so people would be aware
of a mighty dog. Needless to say Bowser weighed 2 lbs
& fit in the palm of my hand. I never had a dog so little!
He would look at me like he knew just what I was saying.
As time passed & Bowser grew in more ways then one.
A very picky eater.
Didn’t eat anything but boiled & hand picked turkey
neck/boiled rice in his dry food.
As years went by Bowser got heavier 5lbs
finally weighing at 14lbs.
Talk he could do give lots of sugar (kisses).
Bowser never knew about the cars & street stuff.
The way he had to sleep on a pillow mostly mine & snore.
When I had to go somewhere he would look at my feet.
He knew my slippers fg
om my all around.
Sometime he tried to drive the car.
I mean getting his paws on the wheel.
Oh how he’d announce his coming down the street & going Bye-Bye.
He would sit so slouchy we nick named “Elephant”
that’s what he looked like from the rear.
Bowser fell sick on a Saturday evening.
He’d drink alot of water & vomit it up. He was still eating fair.
Took him to the Vet on Monday. The vet drew some blood for a test.
The Vet called the next day for me to bring Bowser in.
He needed to be put on I.V Bowser had developed Diabetes.
He was so lifeless even sick my baby wouldn’t leave my side
he still followed me around the house.
I left him with the vet. some how I knew deep inside that
Bowser was sicker then I was told.
This all happened the week of Thanksgiving.
The next day late My husband answered the phone………
Bowser died during the night. His electrolytes fell too fast.
We had him cremated you see he was so LOYAL to us &
we LOVED him so. He deserved to be inside out of
the cold & rain .
Just like he did before his journey to a new life.
He sits on a shelf in the living room with his baby (toy street shoes.
He wanted to go. So we ‘d say we ‘re going to the doctors,
then he’d be o.k. But other then us using that he just
knew he was going.
He’d get all frisky talking dancing stuffed
alligator & golf ball).
I grieved so much My daughter got me another small dog.
His name is “Tipper”. (Wire Hair Terrier )
Geralynn
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