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His love of water extended to Baths too. |
That wasn't the only recreational thing, Brow went on
hikes with us too!
Sometimes fitting right into nature looking like a little bear:
Bowz even helped around the
house...
laundry, homework, xeriscaping, family walks, and snow control
Bow loved finding one scrap of fabric, blanket, shoe, vacuum or anything else
to
lay on:
He had a couple
injuries along the way, but nothing we couldn't handle:
He also went through many a
haircuts... which took a long time, just because he loved them so much:
In the end he was
FAMILY and always will be:
Most of all he was my
best friend, always hanging out with me in the basement,
watched movies with me, tanning, pictures, and there when I needed a cuddle,
all the way to his dying day.
He died at 10.00 pm on June 9, 2012.
It was a fast death and in my papa's arms. He was 12.
We're guessing he died of a lung cancer, his breathing was strenuous in the end
and he could barely walk, but even then he never failed to have a little tail wag
or slight smile cross his face.
I was reading Marley&Me the same night Bowzer died, I read of Marley's death.
The next night I was reading his parting words of Marley, and I thought they were
rather fitting for my boo.
"A person can
learn a lot from a dog...
Marley[Bowzer] taught me about living each day
with unbridled exuberance and joy,
about seizing the moment and
following your heart.
He taught me to
appreciate the simple things-
a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight.
And as he grew old and achy,
he taught me about
optimism in the face of adversity.
Mostly, he taught me about
friendship and
selflessness and, above all else,
unwavering
loyalty."
-John Grogan,
Marley&Me
The house seems really empty now, and I catch myself looking for him.
But I know that he's in a better place, running in the endless forests
and marking everything along the way.
Nicole sent these song lyrics out to the fam:
People tell me I ought to save my money
so that I could be layed away in style
In a walnut box with all the fancy trimmin'
Vacuum sealed to keep me fresh awhile
But...
(chorus:)
Send me to glory in a Glad bag
Don't waste a fancy coffin on my bones
Just put me out on the curb next Tuesday
Let the sanitation local bear me home.
Okay... so those aren't sad lyrics, but quite fitting. How we buried him does not
show how deep our love is for him.