Bob

About Bob

On December 13, 2003, we drove to the Buffalo Niagara International Airport to pick up Bob. I was concerned that the arduous flight may have had an impact on him, but my worries were unwarranted. Once down on the ground and able to explore, Bob’s inherent confidence and captivating presence were inspiring. Nothing flustered that 14-pound package of fluff; he took everything in stride. Bob enthusiastically greeted everyone he met and happily accepted his newfound family without a moment’s reserve. After travelling 2975 km (1850 miles) over 13½ hours, Bob was finally home, fully rested and ready to play.

Bob quickly bonded with Joey and became the proverbial “pesky little brother”. He stole Joey’s toys, ate from his bowl, and slept pressed against him. Bob wanted to play all the time. Joey couldn’t move without Bob underfoot, and Bob wouldn’t let Joey out of his sight. As Bob grew, so did their friendship. They became inseparable comrades due to Bob’s tenacious determination to always be with Joey. The two formed an accord. Bob revered Joey, and Joey accepted Bob’s adoration, reciprocating with endless patience.

Bob was a daily reminder of all that is good in this world. He was a playful pup with an infectious enthusiasm for life. He was a demonstrative soul that exuded unadulterated joy with each wag of his tail. Bob loved everyone, and everyone loved Bob. Tragically, his time with us was short. Bob passed away at the tender age of eight months, just three weeks after losing Joey and ten months after losing Webster. Not only were we left broken-hearted, we were left without a dog, and our home never felt so empty.