Your first day home. That was a huge, life-changing day for the both of us. I remember being so amazed, so dumbfounded, that you were actually real and actually there and actually mine. I would look at you and just be overwhelmed with shock and wonder. How lucky was I?
I had those moments of bewilderment often and not just while you were a puppy, but also as you grew and matured. I still have those moments, even now that you’re gone. I look through your pictures and I think, Wow, how lucky am I? How lucky am I that I got to know this dog? That I got to grow up with this dog and learn so much from this incredible, wonderful dog? Not many girls get to have a best friend like you, Lassie. A best friend who is so unfailingly loyal and loving.
I love you more than words can express. Thanks for everything, Boogy. <3
How sweet.
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When I was 6 we found a Collie that was lost. I wanted to keep him but we found the owners. From then on I wanted my own Collie. We were a military family so I was unable to get one until I was 18. By the time I was 21 I had two beautiful Collies. They were great companions and gentle friends to my first child. Painfully we all know too well they don’t live forever and I’ve had to say my goodbye years ago. By following you on Facebook I am able to relive the time I had with them. I share your heartache of your loss of Lassie. Mine were Sean and Skipper.