In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Most likely last post about Boza…

I am thinking…

In the last few months Boza almost died a hundred times. He finally gave up, but he really never suffered, not in a bad way. Physically Boza was still in very good shape. He just suffered from a tumor in the brain and it took his life finally after almost twelve years…

It ended up that it was a tumor that stole his sight and gave him seizures. We except that and that is that…

Little boy was tough and dies in Svetochka’s arms…

God does work in good ways and he died the best way for us….Yes I could get mad and whine about how it was not fair, but Boza reached almost twelve years old and he was loved the whole time. He was found at a gas station outside of Moscow and he stole Sveta’s heart. I did not want him, for I knew that doggies had a short life and it hurts when they leave. But never would I have known at that time that he would steal my heart more than any of the dozens of dogs I have raised and seen die…

Now Boza is free from all that was and I wish to think that he is now in a better place. This is my last tribute to him and I am now getting my life back. It feels good, yet it feels bad at the same time. My blood pressure has stabilized, my sugar levels have stabilized again and I am walking kilometers again a day, just for Boza. I promised him that I would walk and walk and walk…

I had to adjust my life and funnel my energy into him. Now I have it back and feel great. Sad in heart, but I will walk and walk, for nothing was more important to Boza’s daily life than his walks…

He taught me how to stay alive myself and for that I owe him to continue my multiple daily walks and I owe it to myself to stay healthy. Svetochka needs me and she needs me doing what I do best. I will start and finish my books I have almost finished and had to put on hiatus. Boza needed my energy to survive with a life as close to normal as possible. I knew this and took a back seat for about two years…

Bless his heart! Now Boza is free from that nasty tumor and free from pain…

We were sent this image by a reader and it will make you cry and we believe that Boza is in a better place and I am thankful….Boza taught me about life…

Thank you God and enjoy our doggy. He is a fine boy and always believed in peace and harmony, not war and hate…

We are doing good and have our life to live…

Kyle and Sveta at WtR

PS: I want to thank everyone for the deep sincere letters. Thank You…

About the author

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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