Bobby My Little Man

by Wanda
(Liberty Mo)

My boy Bobby was a 3 month old Whippit puppy when I got him. He was a joy.

We both needed each other. He grew up to be the best dog in the world. Always a bark to say...

" Mamma I love you "

... with a twinkle in his eyes.

I had my boy for 13 wonderful years.

He acted like a pup the morning of July 17,2013. He got sick that day so I took him to the vet. I often wonder if I had been able to get him there sooner if he would still be here.

I laid Bobby on the table, and as I was telling him I loved him and the tears fell on his little face, he passed away.

Doc said he had a heart attack. There was nothing I could have done. But that does not stop the pain.

As I sit here and write this my tears still fall.

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Dear Wanda,

Your story of Bobby is wonderful! Anyone could tell how much you loved him. He is gone over the Rainbow Bridge now, but he will be forever with you in spirit.

Anytime you want to be with him, just think of him. Picture yourself walking with him at your side. Picture yourself stroking his beloved head and looking deep into his soft brown eyes.

There he is, your wonderful Bobby!

Sandra