Her name was Miss Phoebe Darling and she gave us 13+ fantastically bouncy, bubbly years.
If you’ve ever met a Boston terrier, you know what I mean when I say she was an animated spitfire! She spent her early days playing tug-of-war, stealing borrowing her sister pup’s toys or bones and hiding them inside her crate, burrowing behind the sofa cushions to nap… In her elder years, she was a little slower, took more naps in the sun, cuddled more…
She slipped under my heart when I wasn’t paying attention. She was always emotionally there for me, always forgiving, always loyal. I miss her terribly.
RIP, Phoebe Darling