Beau, or "Honey Of A Beau", as his papers said, was the most wonderful dog a little girl could have asked for. He came into my life when I was 7 years old and he was 7 weeks old. He was my first sheltie, thus beginning my love affair with the breed. He was my constant companion until I was 16 years old. I fell asleep on March 23, 1999 with Beau at my feet. When I woke up, I learned that he had been shot. He had needed to use the potty and my mom had let him out. We had a very cruel neighbor who thought it was funny to shoot innocent dogs. Beau was shot at close range in our own yard. 900 dollars worth of vet bills couldn't save him. I cried for months, and still cry to this day. To my wonderful friend:
I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you as you had always protected me. May you be in a place now where nothing can hurt you. Please wait for me and be there to greet me when I arrive. I love you more than anything and I will never forget you. Rest in peace my dear dear friend.
I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you as you had always protected me. May you be in a place now where nothing can hurt you. Please wait for me and be there to greet me when I arrive. I love you more than anything and I will never forget you. Rest in peace my dear dear friend.