Bowsie

We lost her on Feb. 13,1999 and today, Feb.14th, would have been her 12th birthday. She was a small dog, half Pom and Chichaua. But she was so much a part of our family and had been through so much with us. She was dignoised with a bad heart mumer 3 yrs. ago and wasn't expected to live more than a yr., but they didn't know Bowser, we called her Bowsie most of the time. She became sick on Tues. and I treated her, doing what the vet told us to do over the phone. She seemed to be getting better, she started walking over the yard, something she hadn't done in a long time. Now that I think it over, it was like she was looking it over for one last time, she would walk a little while, look back to see that we were there and walk a little more. Then she would just lie down and rest for awhile and then start the process all over.

We buried her with the blankie we bought her home in when she was 3 wks old. She was so much a part of my life. She was a friend and comfort, protector of my sons, when they were growing up. she always greeted me at the door when I came home from work or anywhere for that matter.

I know this is going to sound crazy, but I have gotten up to go let her out, I think I hear her scratching at the door to be let out. I see her laying in her favorite place. I am missing her so much, it is hard to eat without seeing her there at the table or to sleep, because her pillow on the bed is empty.

She understood every word we said, she really did. If I was sad and crying, she would get in my lap and lick my tears, as if saying please don't do that, I'm hear and everything is going to be alright. I could talk to her and tell her all my problems, such a hard burden for such a small dog, but she didn't seem to mind it.