Mike and I want to thank Dr. Amy Plankerhorn at Animal Hospital of North Asheville for her kindness and friendship. She and tech, Mick, were the most thoughtful people who truly took their time with us and grieved with us when the time came to say goodbye to our sweet Bogie at 8:30 p.m. on Fridayevening February 9, 2018.
Bogie became part of our family at the age of six. He was previously owned by a woman who was unable to care for herself let alone an animal. We didn’t know Bogie’s past history with her. We attempted to find him his furever home with two other families, but when they fell through we decided he’d be part of our family. It took awhile to gain his trust as his past was definitely imbedded in his poor little brain and we endured many challenges. But, over the years, his confidence in us changed to the better.
I recall when we first got him and he didn’t know what grass was. He’d been raised in downtown Asheville in an apartment and had only seen cement and asphalt. The first time my husband and I took him out to be walked and his little feet touched the grass he jumped back. We petted him and gently placed him on the grass. He just stood there not knowing what to do. We coaxed him to walk with the leash. When he finally did, he walked like a fawn learning to walk on its legs for the first time. I wish I had a video of it. It was so cute, yet sad at the same time knowing he’d never seen grass before.
As each year went by, Bogie continued to gain more trust in us. He loved to play fetch. And, boy did he ever love his squeakies. Those things would be going off all the time. Then, when I was in the kitchen cooking, he’d always come in and yodel—at least that’s what we’d call it. He’d sing to us as his way to tell us he wanted some of whatever I was making. The same thing would happen when we sat down to eat. Let’s just say, it was never quiet around here with Bogie. He was very vocal.
These last three years, Bogie became an absolutely sweet, gentle darling that just melted our hearts. He loved to be held and would just melt into your arms. Each night he would join my husband in the “man cave” and lay with him on the recliner to watch TV before he would be carried off to bed where he joined his brother, Tofi for the night. Unfortunately, my husband and I could see that his last year brought a big health change—he lost his hearing and sight in one eye. On December 6, 2017, he turned fifteen. That same day he had his first seizure. Then another about a month later. Both times he recovered within seconds and was his normal self. Unfortunately, on February 9, 2018, he endured six seizures and another at the vet that evening. Recovery wasn’t as quick. His little heart just couldn’t take it anymore. His wonderful vet, Dr. Amy Plankerhorn, said that he had CHF (congestive heart failure) and it was also affecting his neurological system. He was very tired. So, my husband and I had to say goodbye to our sweet Bogie that evening at 8:30 p.m.
Bogie’s passing has truly been extremely hard for both of us. Tofi, our other furbaby, is also mourning terribly. A giant hole has been left in our hearts which will take a long time to heal. Bogie was truly one of a kind. His gentle soul will continue to live on in our hearts forever. We’ll continue to see his sweet face always. I shed tears each day for him. So does his daddy. Maybe not outward like me—but inward. I’m so thankful he came into our lives even though it’s so unbearable when they leave. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Mommy and Daddy loves you so much my sweet Bogie boy. We’ll miss you forever.
“RIP sweet pea, I know you are looking at birdies and hearing the barks of others and enjoying the rainbow bridge.” J.S. Krausz