Our dear Boston terrier of 14 years has just been put to sleep over the weekend. It had to be one of the saddest Mother's Day ever.
Although I never got the chance to watch Boopsy grow up, I spent a short one year with her when I lived with the in-laws. Boopsy was an old soul, the most easy-going dog I've ever met. She wouldn't fuss if I clipped her nails or gave her a bath, or wiped her paws when she came into the house. Although she would lick my face off in excitement when I visited after we moved out.
I didn't realize how attached I was to her until Thursday night I got a call to say they were going to put her to sleep in the morning. It was too late for me to drive over to the in-laws and I had to work the next morning. I felt so helpless because I couldn't say goodbye one last time. So i bawled my eyes out and cried myself to sleep.
Boopsy has been laid to rest in Grandpa John's backyard. I will have to visit soon.
RIP dearest Betty Boops. Your family loves and misses you terribly.