direction. Once that is done, he wanted to be picked up and cuddled, burying his face against my neck. (he is a creature of habit).
THE BOO would fall fast asleep on the footstool. Apparently feeling
secure and safe to relax...his breathing at that time was no longer compromised
and he was suddenly extra affectionate to the point where I had to take care
when walking because he insisted that I must stop every few feet to pick him up
and cuddle.
All through my cancer diagnoses, surgeries and treatments, THE BOO would
sleep every night snuggled up either around the top of my bald head or across
my chest with paws wrapped around my neck. He was my comforting angel when I
needed it.
My Beloved BOO crossed the Rainbow Bridge on May 27th. He was ten years old with a weak immune system, but no meds could save him though we tried so hard to help him.
Forever etched on my heart, I will always hear THE BOO say BUZZZ...BBRR...BUZ, BUXX BUZZ BUZZ! _Translation—“Thank you for your prayers and energy healings. I feel happy again and will keep watching over my Mommy & Daddy”.