In Loving Memory of Boo

I see the reflection of the mountain in the lake... I look up, and it's not there. I see the reflection of you in my memory...I look up, and you're not here...so it is...



Thirteen years ago on a dark and stormy night Boo was born. Molly had trouble with the delivery and I had to rush her to the vet thru a terrible thunderstorm. Molly took a spite to her only puppy and wouldn't have anything to do with her. I became her mother...coming home from work at noon to bottle feed her and so Boo came into my life. There was no question about keeping her, I called her my sweet little Baboo. Time when on and as she grew it became apparent that she was NOT my sweet little Baboo and her name evolved to fit her personality...PsychoBoo. As she matured it was easy to say she was an alpha female on crack. The terror of her mother and father! I had hellacious three way pug fights. That was it! Everyone got spaded or nutered and things settled down to one on one fights. Shane and Boo had a very special relationship...almost a sibling rivalry. All it took from Shane was a little teasing and she would chase him around and around the house...and if she caught him she would bite him. Halloween was her holiday...everyone celebrated Boo. They even had her name in their windows. She loved all the kids coming to the house! Boo had an incredible life! I would like to say her personality mellowed with age but she was still her sassy lovable self up to the end. The last year had been hard. A back problem came to a crux last May but thru PT and meds it was resolved but it left her unable to walk for long periods of time. But being an old dog her favorite pastime now was sleeping on my lap. Boo passed away March 20th, Seven days after her golden birthday. The day before we had taken our walk around the block. Like her father just before his death Boo didn't want to be separated from me her last two days...even if I just went into another room. She died at home in the same room she was born in. There have been times in my life when God speaks to me so unmistakabley loudly there is no doubt. I took Boo to be cremated the next morning. It was so very hard... Driving home I stopped at a stoplight. A car pulled up next to me and I looked over and saw an older lady with her beagle snuggled up next to her. The beagle took one look at me and crossed the seat and pushed his nose down against the window and looked up at me. He put his paw up on the window and the whole contenance of his message was "Everything is Ok....she's fine" I immediatley felt a peace come to me. I knew then my little girl is OK. The house is empty now. The years of raising my son and a house full of pugs is done. It's the begining of a new season in my life...a blank slate...I'm very thankful for the love and joy my pugs have brought to me and my family and friends over the years. I still find myself saying "Bye Boo" when I leave home.

Photos are from Christmas 08