We recently received this touching poem from one of our policyholders about her dog Boo that sadly passed away. It moved us so much that we just had to share it with you all. Please give it a read and if you would like to, leave any comments or condolences in the box below.
She was, for sure, our very best friend
and stayed that way to the bitter end.
On an October day she was born at my feet,
and for 13 years was our priceless treat.
But now my friend, it’s just me and you
and the tragic loss of a dog named Boo.
She showed us the woods, the fields and the sea,
bold and brave, when with you and me.
She’d tumble the waves, and go back for more,
then ride the surf right back to the shore.
But now my friend, we’re a smaller crew
since losing our skipper, a dog named Boo.
For years we walked with bat and ball,
she’d run and retrieve, and give it her all.
But then, when age got into her bones,
she found a new game of looking for stones.
But now my friend, it’s really true,
we’ve lost our star, a dog named Boo.
As a puppy, at night, she’d get on the sofa,
and wag her tail faster as we got closer,
to find her stretched out in guilty bliss,
hoping that this would be something we’d miss!
But now my friend, we’re feeling blue
from the heartfelt loss of a dog named Boo.
When younger we did Dog Agility School,
When older, we did Hydrotherapy Pool.
She ran riot around the Agility course,
taking the jumps like a show jumping horse.
But now my friend, what’s left in lieu
of our comical friend, a dog named Boo.
She loved my Mother and would lie by her chair,
And they’d talk about how getting old wasn’t fair.
When time to go, she would give her a kiss,
a sight that we will very much miss.
But now my friend, what will we all do
without the love of a dog named Boo
Weekend mornings, routine was a muddle,
so that’s when she’d get on the bed for a cuddle.
She knew, for two days, we’d all be together,
so she’d set herself down on our soft quilt of feather.
But though my friend, we’re stuck together like glue,
a bit’s broken off…..a dog named Boo.
No beautiful face now, pressed to the window.
No running to greet us with a dog toy in tow.
No ‘welcome home’ chatter, or Eskimo kiss.
No dirty paw prints that now we shall miss.
But remember my friend, as I know you will do,
the beautiful eyes of a dog we named Boo.
So let’s now be brave, and stop all these tears.
We were blessed to have had her for so many years.
For the course of her life, she played many parts,
and left golden paw prints embossed in our hearts.
So sadly my friend, it is tragically true,
there are only sweet memories left of our Boo.