Bonnie

Beautiful, mischievous, bouncy Bonnie

Looked like a puppy even at the ripe old age of 16

Taking up her post every day as the nosey neighbour,

Perching precariously on top of the chair looking out the window at the comings and goings.

Having claimed the armchair as her lookout post, at Christmas she couldn’t understand why someone sat on her chair.

When we went to Last Chance rescue centre, mum saw her and said we just have to take her home. She was just skin and bone.

Graham took her to dog training classes where she was the star student.

Although it was a different story when we got home…

She loved her biccies, and used to carry lots of biscuits down the hall and eat them one by one.

Curling up on the end of the bed, she’d soon be taking over the bed until you woke in the night having lost the feeling in your limbs.

I liked it when she lay her head on my arm or leg and just looked at me.

Keeping me warm snuggling up to me on the sofa.

When she wanted a walk she’d sit on the footstall in front of the TV and stare straight at you until you relented.

While out walking you’d get tangled in knots, with other dog walkers and stop at every tree to have a sniff.

Waving at the curry house waiters at the end of the road and she ALWAYS stopped for a number 2 outside the kebab shop! Embarrassing!!

In rain and snow she’d sit by the open back door and look at you like ‘I’m not going out there thanks very much’

Bonnie had various nicknames Boo, Bon, Bonzo, Bonita

We also used to called her Boobie, I have a vivid memory of coming home from school one day and running over to her shouting out ‘I love you Boobie!’ The windows were open…I’ve not been allowed to forget that one.

Her original name was Passaz we think because she was so energetic.

Greeting people at the door with a leap of excitement.

The postman couldn’t believe how small she was when they finally met face to face

She would run around the house at top speed bouncing off the furniture when she wanted play.

Hiding bones and chews in the furniture and around the house for us to discover.

At Christmas she would open her own presents (and other peoples) all edible presents had to be kept on the windowsill.

Bonnie’s favourite soft toy was a sheep called spotty lamb (because he was spotty), when spotty lamb fell apart we bought spotty pig but it just wasn’t the same.

Bonnie rarely missed one of mums Reiki treatments, we think that’s how she retained her puppy persona absorbing all the energy, sitting underneath the couch.

All mum’s clients loved her and brought her treats and presents.

If she felt uneasy she’d follow you around the house, even into the loo!

I remember her having her hair cut and coming home smelling of talcum powder and looking all smart and happy.

You were never alone with Bonnie there, whenever everyone was out or away on holiday I’d have conversations with her about what we might have for dinner tonight and what was on TV, tell her about my day.

Her little grumbles, snores and huffs let you know she was still there.

Digging around in her basket, making a nest in whatever is laying on my bedroom floor.

So many happy memories.

I miss you Boo.