I just came across your web site, and stopped to say Hi to a fellow Boston Lover. I have 8 boston Terriers, and am enriched by thier presence in my life. They are a light in a lot of peoples life but they shine the brightest in mine. The are the ultimate Companion, family member and friend. The only unfortunate thing about them is when you lose one, they take a part of your heart with them, and hold on to it till you two meet again. Please go to Doggyspace and meet my Bostons, Mollys Sweet Promise, profile 32157 and Megan Mcq profile 27278
My husband and I have had Bostons since we got married 36 years ago and have cherished every one. We are used to having 3 but now have just 1 - a 6 year old boy who was just diagnosed with 2 tumors around his heart. We were told by the cardiologist that if we do nothing, he may live another month. The alternative is a $6000.00 surgery with of course no guarantee that he will survive. It was a really hard choice but we don't have that kind of money and decided that we will love him to death, continue to spoil him rotten, take him everywhere and scratch his butt as much as he wants until the end comes and I will be devastated. He has given us undconditional love and kisses for his 6 years with us and I don't want him to suffer - so far, he's doing well. I talk to him every day about getting better and defying the odds. Maybe that and prayers will do miracles. I love your sight and am glad I found it. After losing 2 other Bostons in the last 6 months, it is so hard to think about needing another one but maybe in the future. Bless you for these lovely babies. Best wishes, Kathleen and Ron
just got my frist boston his name is brody one year old i lost my gratedain the day after xmas she looked like the black & wite boston . brody and her look just alike .i feal in love with him the menit i saw him he files that big hole in my haert how are they with sheep i would like to teach him to heard
A strange hopelessness threatened underneath the pleasant thrum of release, but he fought it off. His throat worked to swallow, and a fine sheen of sweat shimmered on his skin. He nodded, slid an arm about Irins shoulders, and led his truemate from the room. Nialdlyes red legs crisscrossed over his back. The thought of lashing out at Brevin, Lanthan, or Tykir fizzled as it occurred.
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