05/21/2024
So... what was this dog to me... to us. I was diagnosed with PTSD... BC wasn't a trained "Support Animal"... he came by it naturally... the more I was struggling on any particular day... the goofier he got.. the more he would "demand" we play... bringing one of his fetch toys and staring at me with his eyes as bright and happy... and when I would throw it he would go full speed ... smashing into cedar chip piles, crashing through bushes, jumping ditches... and amazingly avoiding head on collisions by split seconds.. then returning again and again... our play times always ended up with me smiling and laughing not only at his antics but his brilliant smile and infectious energy... for those who don't know we live in relative isolation...by choice... when H is at work it's just me, all the other dogs and my absolute bestest friend, silent counselor and life affirming partner BC. So I didn't just l lose a dog, H and I lost an appendage... all dogs are special to us... but BC... there was always something extra special about that boy. So don't feel sorry for me... salute all the BC dogs that do all they can to help their owners have more happy days than not. Thank you for taking the time to read my diatribe. R