Good boy, Boog.

As mentioned in my post on Sunday, our sweet bulldog, Boog, passed away in July. While he was older for a bulldog and had some health issues, his passing was a surprise. We came home on the Fourth of July to find him upstairs (which was very odd for him) and having great difficulty breathing. Steve rushed him to the emergency vet and he passed within minutes of getting there.

Truth be told: Boog drove me nuts. He ate all articles of clothing (but really loved underwear ... gross), he threw up said articles of clothing, he went to the bathroom in the house, he got up on the couch even when he wasn't allowed, his breath could peel wallpaper, and he was often cranky with the girls.

But I loved him.

He was our first baby before we had actual human children. He loved his people and wanted nothing more than to snuggle next to you. He was a good boy. And his absence made me much sadder than I would have thought, particularly in those moments when I was annoyed by the mess he left on the floor or the dog hair and drool that was all over our couch.

So even though it is months later, RIP Boogie. You were a good boy, and we were the lucky ones to have you in our family.