Then they did a chest x-ray.....His lungs were filled with Cancer. Whatever he did have, had metastasized,
and the prognosis turned very bad. His breathing was labored. I wanted to take him home...he wanted to go home.
But I could not take him home.........

There were several wonderful veterinarians and a bereavement counselor on hand to talk to me.
I also spoke to Boen's breeder and a friend who has his sister. The best advice was all the same...
do not prolong his agony.

I finally acceded...At 2PM EDT, Boen left me.

To say that I am heartbroken does not even begin to describe my feelings. Boen was 100% a sweetheart.
He was my friend, my protector, my winter night warmer, my extra vegetable taker, my "get her out of the house even on the worst days",
He kept me sane and comforted me thru some very hard moments.

He never once in his entire life even showed me his teeth in anger. I could do just about anything to him, and he let me.

I cannot begin to explain to those who do not understand the depth and scope of his devotion and love for me. I hope that in some
small way, I was able to make him feel happy and loved, as much as he did me.

I never had even one bad moment with him. He was a VERY GOOD DOG.

I cannot believe that I will never again have him lay on the floor next to me..to pet his warm face, to see his loving brown eyes...to follow in my every footstep, even trip over him. I said I should have named him Shadow, since that is what he was to me...
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And if I go, while you are still here... Know that I still live on, Vibrating to a different measure, Behind a thin veil that you cannot see through. You will not see me, so you must have faith. I will wait there for the time when we can soar together again, both aware of each other. Until then, live your life to the fullest. And when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart, ...I will be there.

Thank you for these words, Clare and Martha..and BG. They make me smile and cry at the same time.
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June 24. I cannot believe that it has been 4 weeks! Every day is still so sad without you.
I want to see you .... to pet you...to smell you....to hug your big gorgeous face. I want to see your sweet brown eyes....looking up at me.

The kitties miss you. They did not even go on the bed for the first dew days. I know they were
wondering where you were....as was I. I could not believe that I could not reach out and touch your warm smooth coat, and have you look up at me...with that wonderful quizzical look.."What? What can I do for you? How can I help you?"
I still look down at where you laid, next to my desk, and slept while I was on the computer. You would always know EXACTLY when it was dinner time..and get up and put your paw on my leg...and ask me with your eyes..."How soon til dinner?" Even the cats would run into the kitchen when you did that. They knew that right after you got dinner, they got dinner.

Every part of my day shows me how much you were a part of my life. Everywhere I look, I see where you were...always near me..always ready to get up and follow me anywhere, everywhere....just to be
by my side. Always seeing me to the door...even if you were not going out with me...Always waiting for me when I got back...happy to see me...even if I just went out to get the mail.

I miss you my baby boy.....
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June 27: I still cry every day. I miss you.
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July 28: Two months. I miss you still...so much, my baby boy. Moochie still sleeps on your bed. I think he misses you the most of all the cats. When he arrived, you were his only friend, since the girls would not have anything to do with him.

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August 18, 2010 :Almost three months and I am still crying. Moochie still sleeping in your spot on the bed. I keep thinking that I should move your things...perhaps give them to a shelter..but somehow I am not ready to part with what I have left of you.
You are missed...every day....
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May 25, 2012

I am crying as I realize that it has been 2 years since I lost you. My baby boy...I still think of you and your windchimes still react to the breezes. Your prayer flags are very tattered, but are still out there. I miss you more than I can say. It seems you were with me for such a short time, although it was over 11 years....Everywhere I look there re still signs of you. Please know that you are still loved and missed.

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Three years....:'( Cassie and Milo and Noochie still miss youe very day. They never thought such a big furball could be a good friend to cats..but you always were. I still love you and miss you... So many places I look remind me of you. The cherry blossoms were falling a few days ago. I thought ofyou and the wonderful pics I took of you laying the blossoms..andhow you got a couple stuck to your nose. Every one who knew you,loved y ou. My heart still aches.