My sweetheart had been with me through thick and thin. He stuck by me through the loss of loved ones, a rough break up and the loss of a baby. I truly believe that God sent an Angel to me
in the form of my sweet Boomer.
I had been working late and my roommate had a pit bull in the house, so for Boomer’s protection, he stayed in my room unless I was home. I was also a little depressed. It was mid December and the holidays were coming and I didn’t know who or where I’d be spending them with.
Geoff (my ex), who had now become my good friend, invited me over to spend the day with him on Saturday Dec, 20th. He had been like a father to Boomer, and he knew Boomer would be alone in my room, so Geoff invited Boomer to spend the day at his house as well.
We had a wonderful day, and in the evening, Geoff and I went to a movie. We returned home about 10:00 PM, and Boomer seemed to be fine. We stroked his soft hair and told him how much we loved him, and how blessed we were to have him. Boomer purred like a diesel engine, but he didn’t seem to want to be held.
A few minutes later, I saw him lying on the ground in an unusual manner. Geoff went to his side, and told me to call the emergency vet immediately. His heart was still beating but he wasn’t breathing. Geoff felt his lungs expand as he blew a breath of air into his mouth. I held Boomer in my arms as we rushed off to the vet. I continued to give him mouth to mouth, and Geoff ran every red light that was clear on the way to the vet’s office. Some where, about a block away from the vet’s office, I felt Boomer’s jaw shut. (I believe this is where I lost him).
The vet tech grabbed him from my arms when we arrived, and took to the back room to give him oxygen. She reached for a stethoscope, and gently placed it next to his heart. With her eyes glassed over, she looked at me, and told me that he was gone.
I wept as I ran my hands through his soft hair. I looked at his lifeless body in disbelief, and then looked at Geoff to see giant tears streaming down his face. We held on to each other and cried. I went to Boomer, held his soft paw, and with tears streaming down my own face, I said my goodbyes, and told him to go to Jesus.
The next morning, Geoff and I drove out to my Granny’s house and buried him next to a beautiful bush. His spirit would be able to watch the birds play in the bush, and we thought he would like that best. I placed a white rock on top of his grave, and we all said our goodbyes.
You were Heaven sent, and it was time for you to go home.
With Love,
| Zena |