Curious about outside noises, but being so short he couldn't look out the storm door unless he stood upright.
Looking at these images reminds me of how little he really was. He loved belly scratchings.
Bosley began growing quickly. At first he was all fluff, light as could be and the size of a large hamster. We started notices his funny little quirks. His little facial expressions, his "fake" sneezes and nervous yawns.
You wouldn't know it by the amount of photos we have of him, but he disliked having his picture taken.
It didn't take long to potty train Bosley. He learned quickly. He was always very smart from the beginning. He knew his toys by name. Curious by nature, he never destroyed a thing. NEVER. He would investigate, but leave well enough alone.
We began giving him small thin chew toys as rewards. *(More on this later).
He always had full run of the house, but preferred sitting on our lap or next to us on the couch.
I had been wanting a Maltese for a while. Growing up, my first dog was a Maltese. Jingles. We had him two years then he went to live at my grandma's house.
I kept saying I wanted a cute little white fluffy cloud puppy, that would want to be with me all of the time, snuggle and cuddle on my lap and preferably a boy dog.
By chance I called Petsmart, they said they didn't really get Maltese pups in, but to stop by at 11:00 am. There was going to be a Shih Tzu litter for adoption. So we went....
In that litter was ONE all white pup. I said "that's the one I want!" He was a boy too!! We adopted him and took him home.
He was tiny. He slept with me for two months straight. We were inseparable. At his first vet appointment, I asked the Doctor what kind of dog he was. His mother I knew was a rat terrier, but the vet said it's possible for the litter to have two fathers and that Bosley definitely WAS a maltese!!
This is how he slept, every night. Curled up on my shoulder.
Today has been a week since Bosley's passing. It's been a roller coaster of unpredictable emotions. Today was fine until I got home. I realized that most people don't hear what I say. They may look as though they're listening, when actually they are thinking of what they are going to say as soon as I shut up. They immediately say - its like when this or that happened to me - blah blah blah.
Meanwhile I realize that they didn't hear a word I said. How I miss Bosley. How tired I am. How I can't sleep well. How I watch videos and look at photos of Bosley because I miss him so badly.
I stand there as they talk about a relatives pet who is sick, or how long it's been since their dog has been to the vet, or how their dog got injured messing where it shouldn't be. Their dog! Their dog! Their dog!
Right now, all I care about, all I can think about, all I'm concerned about is that MY DOG isn't here and I had to watch him die last week! All of those visits to the vet were for NOTHING! Watching him get sick and shake with pain. Leaving the vet empty handed because I had to leave Bosley's body there. How I'm so tired of having to pretend that I'm OK, but really I'm angry that Bosley got cancer. So...I just stopped talking to people.
I got the call from the Vet today that Bosley's paw print was available to be picked up. It was difficult to go back there, but I needed to. I was looking forward to getting this. It will be added to the shadow box I am putting together for Bosley.
Since his passing, we have kept a memorial candle lit for him.