My constant companion and best buddy, Boone (aka Booney-Toons), passed away at the young age of 6 years old. He was a rescue and quickly became an excellent companion. He was very mild tempered and only wanted to be where I was. Like most dogs, he loved rides and tummy rubs. Boone cost us quite a bit of money in carpet cleaning and replacement but was still worth it. Thanks to him, I got up out of my chair and went on walks with him 3-4 times daily. 2 weeks ago, he was diagnosed with a neurological disorder: weak jaw and eyelid muscles. Then he had trouble walking. On his last day on earth, he couldn’t walk. It was time. I come from a generation where men were taught not to cry. But his passing has really shaken me up and when I’m alone, the tears come suddenly. You were the greatest, Boone. I’ll see you again.
Aw, so sorry for your loss. Go ahead and cry, you have a Boone sized hole in your heart and crying is not a sign of weakness it's an expression of love and loss. My thoughts are with you at this sad time.
