Robert (Bobby) Currie

2003 - 2018

Last night I lost my best friend. My most loyal companion. My shadow for the last 14 and a half years.
Bobby was my main guy, my constant. The one who always loved me no matter what. He always knew when I was sad and would stay by my side. He loved going on hikes, being a wild dog in the forest was his most favourite thing to do in life. He loved his car rides, and sticking his tiny head out the window. He loved going for visits to see friends. He loved camping. He was a lively little guy and tough as nails, right down to his last days. He truly was my fur baby. The loss I feel is crushing, How do I breathe again? How do I make his fur brother Simba understand that he's not coming back? How does life just go on? How do I cook without him underfoot and waiting for scraps? How do I eat without begging beside me? How do I sleep without hearing his little snores? How do I come home each night without him waiting for me by the door?
He had a long life and he was loved and spoiled beyond measure. He was a part of this family, just as much as any of us are. His poor little heart just could not keep up to his personality or his will to live. He fought a good fight but in the end it just wasn't enough.
I will never forget my Little Bobby, bubba, or Robert when he was misbehaving.. I wish I could hear his bark one last time, hear him give his old man growls and grumbles or just hold him a little longer.
He crossed the rainbow bridge at 7:30 pm January 8th at age 14. And he took a piece of my heart with him.
RIP little buddy, my Bobby boy, I'll miss you always. ????
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.