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Boy
Friend
"Bubba"
8/14/95-1/22/07
Boy Friend was my second heart dog. People tell you that you can
have only one—I do not believe this to be true. I believe that if
they are truly your heart dog, they stay with you everyday in
everything you do even once they are gone. Andy, my first
greyhound, passed September 30, 1998 at 10 years of age. I still
feel him surrounding me, encouraging me and comforting me. Boy
Friend is this to me also. |
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I waited a year and a
half to adopt him—I picked him out of the racing kennel before he
was even done racing because I didn’t want Boston to be an only
child and of course, Boston could care less. Boy Friend, on the
other hand, was the perfect dog, he loved everyone and was very
outgoing. He went to tons of meet and greets and convinced other
adopters to give a greyhound a try. He loved his momma more than
life itself and insisted on cuddling with me on the couch or floor
and sleeping between my husband and I every night in bed. He was a
moaner, when he would settle down in bed at night, he would moan the
biggest sigh of contentment I think I have ever heard!! He also
loved to sing with his brothers at every chance he got.
He lived to go on car rides and go to the park with his brothers
and it was after one of those trips to the off-leash park, that he
started limping. I wasted no time in getting him radiographed, to
find the monster osteosarcoma, this time in his left shoulder.
Three days before his 11th birthday, Boy Friend underwent
amputation of his left foreleg. Two weeks later, he started
chemotherapy. The amputation was hard on him at first, but then we
gradually saw him get back to himself and he took everything in
stride!!! Six weeks after his amputation, he went to Strutt with
Your Mutt with his brother, Bark, a two mile dog walk, which he
insisted on doing the whole walk (with a lot of breaks, of course.)
He even did things which he had never done as a 4 legged dog—he
couldn’t have made his momma prouder!!
Five months after amputation, the monster came back in the form of
pulmonary metastasis and hypertrophic osteopathy and we had to let
him go to the Bridge to meet Tassy and Boston. I am so thankful for
those 5 months—we made every minute count!! His parents, sister
Sammy and brothers, Bark, Buck, Gabe, Felter, Whiteout and Sweetboy
miss him dearly and hope that he is running free with new friends.
(And don’t worry, Bubba, your half-sister, Winky, is doing well in
her new home too!!!
Dr.’s Shelley and Jeff Lake
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