Today (or sometime around today) 11 years ago, our baby came
into this world. He didn't join our family until he was 5 months old, but today
(or sometime around today) he turns 11. He has been with us since before our
marriage, was my constant companion in the time away from my new husband,
traveled with me on my first solo overseas flight to be reunited with his Daddy,
traveled back to America with us and then on to Europe.
He visited France with us, explored small towns in Belgium. He endured knee surgery in Japan, has been fussed over by women in many different countries, but handles it all like the gentleman that he is.
He understands my language perfectly, asks for permission to get on the couch and still greets us with the same enthusiasm and cries of joy upon our return home as he did so many years ago (thankfully, he's put the paper and underwear chewing habits aside). He's never been to 'school' yet knows far more than any of his peers. He has that sixth sense that his type are known for and comforts us when we are sad, smiles with us when we are happy. His smile makes me happy.
He's not much of a snuggler, but gives the best 'hugs' this side of the Mississippi. Or the other side, for that matter. He's patient with his brother and sister (and great patience is needed!) and gentle with the furless, two-legged type of puppy. Everyone who knows him loves him. He's aged gracefully, hardly a white hair on his face, and still chases squirrels like it's his only role in life. I pray that he is able to do that until the very end and while it's not in sight, yet, I pray that the end will stay away a bit longer.
To some it may sound crazy or unreasonable that so much love
could be had for a 'dog' but he's never been just a dog to me. There's a
Boomer-shaped piece of my heart and it will always be his.
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| Catching some sleep |
He visited France with us, explored small towns in Belgium. He endured knee surgery in Japan, has been fussed over by women in many different countries, but handles it all like the gentleman that he is.
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| In Bayeux, France |
He understands my language perfectly, asks for permission to get on the couch and still greets us with the same enthusiasm and cries of joy upon our return home as he did so many years ago (thankfully, he's put the paper and underwear chewing habits aside). He's never been to 'school' yet knows far more than any of his peers. He has that sixth sense that his type are known for and comforts us when we are sad, smiles with us when we are happy. His smile makes me happy.
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| Smiles |
He's not much of a snuggler, but gives the best 'hugs' this side of the Mississippi. Or the other side, for that matter. He's patient with his brother and sister (and great patience is needed!) and gentle with the furless, two-legged type of puppy. Everyone who knows him loves him. He's aged gracefully, hardly a white hair on his face, and still chases squirrels like it's his only role in life. I pray that he is able to do that until the very end and while it's not in sight, yet, I pray that the end will stay away a bit longer.
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| At the North Sea, Belgium |
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| Hunting. Scottsboro, Al |
Awe, Boomer!! Love reading your posts!!
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