Life with Boose and Finch

So, to answer a few questions: Boose was born sometime between 8-9pm on Dec 19, 2007.  I was working a shift at Starbucks at the time.  He was last with us around 6pm Dec 23.  B and I went.  Ro hung out with Grandma Wanda because he was a little scared.  We were ok with Ro not seeing us crushed.  B took it hard that day, too.  Boose went peacefully with the muscle relaxant and the drug that stopped his heart.  He couldn't face me because the tech had to hold the oxygen to his nose throughout the whole time.  I got to hug him, but I couldn't hold him as he left for the same reason.  It was easy to leave, but hard to be with him.  With the oxygen, we couldn't just be left in a room with him.  It wasn't as if we wanted him to spend a moment longer in a tank to get oxygen.   Earlier the same day, B's aunt sent me a message asking if anyone wanted a Christmas puppy.  There was a little black dog dodging coyotes near her office in Kingsburg.  He had been there for three w