German Shepherd Bosco to the Rescue
by L. Jensen
The Boz Man
Where to begin? It was a cold December day in 2004, I was feeling better and we decided to take a drive to a Pet shop in town.
In the back of my mind and in my heart I had wanted a German Shepherd Dog again... would we see one? Would I break my rule and purchase from a pet store...I dismissed the thought.
Ears...that's all I saw out of the corner of my eyes... and I knew instantly heart to heart, he was mine...we really couldn't afford him, and with all the medical bills we were facing due to my stroke and recovery...so we went home... reluctantly.
Just a few days before Christmas, in walks my hubby with this beautiful boy... he was home!
For almost 6 years he was my constant buddy, helping me to stand, kissing away tears, snuggling to keep me warm, hopping around for joy when I came home...constantly my protector.
Sadly we had to say goodbye to the Boz man just a month ago. He had become paralyzed from the waist down in just 10 days...there was nothing we could do but say good bye to this wonderful friend.
The last night together I laid on the floor with him. As I sobbed, he whimpered and whined in unison. I held his paw, he'd kiss away the tears...in our hearts...communication...he understood...we laid together for the last time as we waited for the morning...