Bulldogs raised with love
03/31/2025
It’s with such heartache that I write this. It’s been 48 hours without our Bubby Bear, Tubbers, and the pain is overwhelming. It hurts so much to come down the driveway and not see him waiting to greet us. I still catch myself looking out into the field, yelling, “Tubbs, get back here!”—as if he’s off chasing a squirrel, a cow, a horn… always looking for the next adventure.
You started it all, Tubbs. My favorite boy. Just four days ago, I laughed so hard when I found you curled up in a moving box—so afraid we were going to leave you behind. I had no idea you were the one about to leave us… at least physically.
What I’d give for one more snuggle… one more walk around the property… one more growl when I smothered you in kisses.
We love you always, Tubbs. Our brave, goofy, loyal boy. Spread those angel wings wide. We’ll be looking for you.
