My family dog had to be put down on Sunday morning, and it was so devastating. Boo was a rescue dog, coming to us just shy of 6 years ago. He was so jumpy. He didn't trust anyone right away and you couldn't come up from behind him. After being with us a few years he realized what a trustworthy family we were, and he really relaxed. Some things didn't change. He still dumped his food all over the floor and didn't eat it all at once, since he clearly had been in a yard with other dogs figuring out ways in which to eat, and if I hadn't been home in a while, he was nervous around me until he figured out who I was. Boo was the sweetest dog, and although he would bark at strangers, he meant them no harm at all. Just look at those eyes! I really terrorized him with endless iPhone photos and by squeezing his neck with so many hugs, but HE LOVED ME. It's terrible to know I missed saying goodbye to him by just a few weeks.
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