RIP Bobby.
This is a post I've been putting off for long enough now... and this is definitely the most painful post I've ever had to do.
Bobby was much more than just a pet to me... he was my best friend. He got me through everything I've had to face, I knew he'd never judge me, he'd never betray me, he'd never go behind my back.
And that's much more than I can say for a lot of people.
I'll never forget how he used to sleep on the sofa whenever we were out the house... never when we were here because he knew he wasn't allowed but we'd look through the window after we'd been out and he'd be fast asleep on the sofa!
I'll never forget the amount of times he held my socks hostage, or how many times he tripped me over in the mornings when making breakfast because he was so excited! I'll never forget how he used to jump around the kitchen whenever there was food around like he was tap dancing...
I'll never forget the time my mum locked him in the garage for 2 hours by accident... The whole street was looking for him and we even got the workmen who were relaying the road keeping an eye out for him and he didn't even bark once! We eventually found him but he just sat there for 2 hours, despite the fact we were calling him constantly for at least an hour!
I'll never forget the time he fell asleep on my lap... He wasn't ever the sort of dog to fall asleep on you, he never did. He'd jump on you for some fuss but never stayed there for too long... But one time he did fall asleep on me. One time, and that was the only time he ever fell asleep on someone's lap.
I'll never forget the way he used to jump right on top of me and sit on me not letting me move anywhere until he decided I could move! And how when he was doing something he knew he shouldn't he wouldn't look at you... as if to say 'if I can't see you, you can't see me!'
I'll never forget the way he loved a bath, and the hairdryer was his favourite thing in the world! (Well, after many, many other things...) and the way the first thing he'd do afterwards when my mum eventually let him outside was roll in the mud! No matter how we tried to stop him he always did it...
I'll never forget the times he started jumping onto my mum and dad's bed at 5 in the morning to wake them up so he could have his breakfast! We had to shut all the doors overnight from then on, it was the only way to stop him!
And I'll definitely never forget what we've come to know as 'The Hama Bead Incident'. (yes, capitals and everything!) I'd left a pot of hama beads open in my room whilst we went out without really thinking... I mean, who'd class them as edible? Well, Bobby clearly did... He went upstairs into my room (there was nobody home) and started eating them...
We came home and I went upstairs to find hama beads everywhere. And I mean everywhere. We kind of put two and two together and worked out he'd eaten some of them... or at least tried. They were all in a big container so we had no way of knowing how many had gone... and didn't realise how many he'd eaten until they came out!!!!!
I'll never forget him. NEVER. I miss him so much and these last couple of weeks have been tough. It's amazing how many crumbs there are now he's not there to eat them, and we've been wasting a little more food now we can't just give it to him. He's not there at my feet every time I'm in the kitchen, I don't have to kick him out my room (not literally!!) every time I want to watch a movie in peace and have biscuits to eat and I don't have to worry about him jumping on top of me unexpectedly whilst I'm trying to read a book.
He was the most amazing dog and I'll never forget him.
RIP Bobby.
Bobby was much more than just a pet to me... he was my best friend. He got me through everything I've had to face, I knew he'd never judge me, he'd never betray me, he'd never go behind my back.
And that's much more than I can say for a lot of people.
I'll never forget how he used to sleep on the sofa whenever we were out the house... never when we were here because he knew he wasn't allowed but we'd look through the window after we'd been out and he'd be fast asleep on the sofa!
I'll never forget the amount of times he held my socks hostage, or how many times he tripped me over in the mornings when making breakfast because he was so excited! I'll never forget how he used to jump around the kitchen whenever there was food around like he was tap dancing...
I'll never forget the time my mum locked him in the garage for 2 hours by accident... The whole street was looking for him and we even got the workmen who were relaying the road keeping an eye out for him and he didn't even bark once! We eventually found him but he just sat there for 2 hours, despite the fact we were calling him constantly for at least an hour!
I'll never forget the time he fell asleep on my lap... He wasn't ever the sort of dog to fall asleep on you, he never did. He'd jump on you for some fuss but never stayed there for too long... But one time he did fall asleep on me. One time, and that was the only time he ever fell asleep on someone's lap.
I'll never forget the way he used to jump right on top of me and sit on me not letting me move anywhere until he decided I could move! And how when he was doing something he knew he shouldn't he wouldn't look at you... as if to say 'if I can't see you, you can't see me!'
I'll never forget the way he loved a bath, and the hairdryer was his favourite thing in the world! (Well, after many, many other things...) and the way the first thing he'd do afterwards when my mum eventually let him outside was roll in the mud! No matter how we tried to stop him he always did it...
I'll never forget the times he started jumping onto my mum and dad's bed at 5 in the morning to wake them up so he could have his breakfast! We had to shut all the doors overnight from then on, it was the only way to stop him!
And I'll definitely never forget what we've come to know as 'The Hama Bead Incident'. (yes, capitals and everything!) I'd left a pot of hama beads open in my room whilst we went out without really thinking... I mean, who'd class them as edible? Well, Bobby clearly did... He went upstairs into my room (there was nobody home) and started eating them...
We came home and I went upstairs to find hama beads everywhere. And I mean everywhere. We kind of put two and two together and worked out he'd eaten some of them... or at least tried. They were all in a big container so we had no way of knowing how many had gone... and didn't realise how many he'd eaten until they came out!!!!!
I'll never forget him. NEVER. I miss him so much and these last couple of weeks have been tough. It's amazing how many crumbs there are now he's not there to eat them, and we've been wasting a little more food now we can't just give it to him. He's not there at my feet every time I'm in the kitchen, I don't have to kick him out my room (not literally!!) every time I want to watch a movie in peace and have biscuits to eat and I don't have to worry about him jumping on top of me unexpectedly whilst I'm trying to read a book.
He was the most amazing dog and I'll never forget him.
RIP Bobby.