Happy Gotcha Day Bobbi 
8 years of having my sidekick/shadow by my side.
13 days before my 23rd birthday, I rescued my first, very own dog.
Me and my mam had a dog who sadly passed away the month before this and I was heart broken. I’d had Max in my family from the age of 9. And at 22 when he died, I felt a piece of me had gone with him. The house felt so quiet and empty. Both me and my mam said “no more dogs for a while, let’s have a holiday abroad”.
A few weeks after Max passing, mam seen Bobbi on a local rescue website. He had been found on the streets 
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Mam said “look at him Becky, isn’t he cute ? Should we go and see him ?” A few hours later, Bobbi was in the car with us, en route to his new home. He settled in perfectly and he has never looked back since.
8 years full of mischief, cuddles and naps (Bobbi has always loved naps. Regardless of age).
I always say bobs is me in dog form. I really do feel like he is a dog version of myself. A dog I feel truly understands me and has made me feel 100 times better on my worst days.
I love you bobs, I can’t wait to make more memories with you. You are the best big brother to Gizmo (despite absolutely hating every dog you see), and I am so proud of how you are with him.
My life wouldn’t be the same without you mate
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