08/08/2018
Boris an absolute legend.
My mums dog Boris sadly passed away a few weeks ago now. Their’s was the greatest love story I’ve ever witnessed, both Boris and my mum were devoted to each other and both had come into each other’s lives at a point when they needed to love and be loved.
My father had passed away and the dog my parents had had together had also dead. For the first time in my mum’s life she was alone. I had started to worry about her and felt it was time my mum needed a companion to get her out of the house, moving around and ultimately meet new people.
Along came Boris, a scruffy old Shih Zu who was in bad need of a haircut and an even worst attitude. I had got him from a rescue and he was in dire. need of socialising and love.
Overtime his cheeky, friendly nature began to show, and he was soon the man of the house. Bossy Boris was his nickname. I don’t know who feel in love first mum or Boris? but he was certainly better treated than I was as a kid. Cooked meals both morning and evening, special blended dog meal and regular pampering at the mobile groomer. Everybody in the village knew Boris or had heard of him. Everybody loved him even the Vet.
Over the past few weeks he had been going downhill and stopped eating and drinking, his weight had plummeted and he eyes were pleading. Even I could tell he wasn’t himself and found laying down uncomfortable. It was sad to see him like this, from spending most of his 9 years shut up in darkness under the stairs being fed cat food, to only having a few short years living a life even my dogs don’t have.
The decision was made for us on the Friday at his last vet visit, his kidneys had given up and its was better to let him go now than suffer anymore. Mum held him as he was given the anaesthetic and was gone before the vet had finished. Tears streamed down our faces, I still can’t believe his gone my fur brother. I held his little body as sobs racked me, mum crying silently, we held each other stroking his soft fur and thanking him for coming into our lives. He had served his purpose in life, through him my mum had made friends and even found love again. He healed my mum and she healed him.
My point in writing this is that even the smallest thing can touch our lives, rock us to our very core when we lest expect it. Animals are amazing with a huge capacity to heal wounds and bring us comfort and joy. RIP Boris, you’re a legend.
