I was really hoping that i would wake up this morning and find out yesterday was just a bad dream, but unfortunately that’s not how this thing called life works. Yesterday morning we had to make the call that sent our first boy, Boone, on to the squirrel filled hereafter. I’ve read other people’s posts on this but still wasn’t in anyway prepared for just how hard it was and has been the last 24 hours. Though he wasn’t really a hunting dog he loved keeping squirrels and bunnies out of the yard and was a loyal companion in the home. He really was a great dog and is resting now with one of his favorite squirrel chew toys at his side in a flower garden we prepared for him this spring where he can keep an eye on his yard and we can try to find comfort that he is no longer in pain. Until we meet again good boy.
Boone, July 25 2009 – August 6 2022.