Bosco, our little Boston Terrier weighed about 6 pounds if he weighed an ounce. His hind legs barely looked like chicken legs. After living with and caring for large breed dogs for so many years, having this tiny little guy around was very different. There were lots of things we couldn’t do or had to change, like rough housing had to be toned way down so we didn’t hurt him. Although, he didn’t (still doesn’t) think that he’s little. We got him as a rescue dog. His parents were puppy mill surrendered into our rescue. They had six puppies, one didn’t make it. We took three of the puppies, I adopted one and took Bosco for myself and sent the parents and sibling to New York to be adopted there.
Bosco was going to be a playmate for Lucy, our yellow lab. She was somewhat disabled. After having both of her ACL’s repaired in the last two years, her hips were sore and she was aging, plus she had epilepsy. She loved other dogs and was very submissive to them, even this little six pounder.
Lucy knew something was up when I started bringing in new toys and not letting her play with them. She could lick, and sniff, but she couldn’t keep them. We were saving them for the baby that was on his way. He was coming from Missouri on a transport right after the first of the year.
Quickly, I took the Christmas tree down and made room in the living area for Lucy’s big bed, thinking they could share. I brought out all of her toys again and gave her lots of attention. She even started climbing up on my lap to hang out like she used to do. It has been years since she has done that due to her bad hips and ACL’s. She knew something was up and I wasn’t fooling anyone.
Finally, the baby arrived. He was tinier than I thought possible! He fit in my hand and was a snuggler. Lucy didn’t know what to think but it didn’t take long and they were playing. I had to supervise the play so she didn’t step on him but other than that, he held his own with her. They tugged rope, he climbed on her, ran around her barking. He’d snatch a toy from her and run like the dickens knowing she could pound him if she ever got up off the floor, but she was patient and enjoyed him. He brought a lot of youth to her.
One day, I was in the second bedroom, with it gated off because I was trying to finish up a quilt and I had the pins out on the bed. I heard them playing but knew it was okay. The next thing I hear is Lucy standing in the doorway, “woowoo” at Bosco. She had been chasing him and got herself so excited.
Another day, I had decided that Bosco needed his own bed. We were still dealing with potty training. We potty trained him to the paper because he was so little and it was so freezing cold outside and because I can do what I want. So, that is what we did. Well, Bosco got a bit confused at first and started peeing on Lucy’s bed. So, we removed the bed completely and just left the toys. However, I wanted him to have a bed. Lucy got the couch or my lap or wherever she wanted, the bed was just a toy holder or a place they could play, you know…extra. So, I went and got him a little tiny bed with sides, reversible.
I brought it home, sat it on the floor and Lucy came right over and sat down in it, as if to say, “Thanks Mom!” She lay down and wouldn’t move for a while, just stayed in it. Eventually, when she did get her butt out of it, and would pass through the room, she would walk through the bed; she picked up the bed as if it were another toy. I don’t know if she ever knew that wasn’t hers. Bosco grabs the tag and pulls it wherever he wants it but his favorite place is between my legs, or in the “hammock”. Gary pulls a blanket on his lap and Bosco lies in the crease of his legs and thinks that is great fun.
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This is such a heart warming story. I can tell you are passionate about your pets.
There are a couple of typos that can be easily fixed. In the first paragraph next to the () I believe you left out the word think. And in the last sentence you used things instead of think.
But the emotion and heart you put in your story was obvious how much your pets mean to you.
Thank you for sharing the memory of your beloved Lucy.