Words from my husband-
Bobb, the lion-hearted dog, known and loved by people all over the world, who taught me one of the best lessons Iíve ever had in how to love and be loved, has passed. When he came to us he was frail and tired, but we did our best to show him some peace and rest in this weary world. As Bobb healed from the wounds that were a result of all the neglect he had experienced, something awoke in him. As he became stronger, he regained who he was deep inside.
Megan and I knew we loved Bobb, but we werenít sure what would happen to him. We were moving from San Diego to Colorado Springs and it wasnít the right time to adopt a dog. We knew we wanted him though, so we asked the rescue to hold on to him for us. Once we settled, we reached out and said we were available and that we couldnít wait any longer! We picked him up at the airport in Denver a few months after we had last seen him, and he was our dog from that point on.
Bobb wasnít disabled- at least thatís what I think he would tell you if he could talk. This broken old man became so strong that he learned how to walk again. He learned how to RUN again. Iím not talking about a trot or a brisk walk, he was FAST and we had trouble keeping up with him sometimes. When Megan would work with him, she would set him down and put an object on the floor across the room for him to run around. He would do lap after lap until he was panting and breathing hard, and then he would do some more. He loved every second of it (especially the treats he was working for!). He even set a senior two-legged dog land speed record when he saw someone carrying pizza boxes at the park.
As special as we knew he was, it was kind of surreal just to think of him as our dog. There were often moments where he would do something and Megan and I would just laugh and count ourselves fortunate that we got to experience it with him. One time we couldnít find him because he ran up the stairs! Other times he would be playful and roll around, scratching his back and making a big scene out of it. We always appreciated every moment with him.
Bobb had a lot of trauma in his life, even with some things he experienced while he was with us. Through each event he fought fiercely, willing himself through a lot of pain so that he could stay with us as long as possible. Even though he went through more than I can imagine, nothing was bad enough for Bobb to give up hope. He always held on.
I wish Bobb could have understood how loved he was. Not just from us, but from all the people who were touched by his story. We have art from people all over the world who cared about him. Mountains have been conquered in his name (no joke!). We got to hear from over 10,000 people every time we posted an update to his Facebook page. Bobb was an inspiration, and Iíll never know the full extent of how he touched people.
Bobb knew what love was all about. He had seen neglect and loneliness, and he chose love every time. He could have been bitter and mean, but he was as sweet and gentle as any dog Iíve ever known. His favorite thing was a warm lap after a hot meal where he could curl up, rest and feel safe. Bobb knew love, and Bobb was loved. Iíll miss him, but heíll always be with me.
Iím writing this with Bobb in my lap right now, but I know that when he passes I wonít be able to come up with the words I need to say. Heís getting weak and doesnít want to eat and we donít want him to have to suffer anymore. He deserves mercy at the end, and thatís a hard thing to have to decide, but itís the right thing for him. Heís been though a lot and we love him enough to let him go when he needs to.
Sleep well, sweet Bobb. Youíll always have a large part of my heart.