My dear Bosco has lost the fight against his own body.
At 13 years and 2 months old, he gave me more love and loyalty than I ever could have imagined.
Two years ago, he beat cancer — a true fighter in every sense of the word. But over the last eight months, his body slowly began to betray him. We tried everything: medications, treatments, and all the comfort we could give. I truly believe those things helped give us more time… but as anyone who’s loved and lost knows, there’s never enough.
Last night, Bosco collapsed. He could no longer stand, and I knew — in the hardest, clearest way — that it was time.
He passed surrounded by love, just as he lived every single day of his beautiful life.
My heart is shattered.
But even in the pain, I feel immense gratitude. For 13 years of unconditional love. For tail wags, silly moments, quiet comfort, and hugs on demand.
Goodbye, my sweet boy. Thank you for everything.
You were — and always will be — family.
Run free now, Bosco. You were so loved, and you always will be.
