This past Saturday we lost our Bogey. He was just over two years old and was the world to me and my wife. Bogey spent the day playing with his sister Juice on our bed (being on the bed is rare for them) and playing with friends at the annual bully picnic. It was a warm day but not humid and there was a nice breeze all afternoon. The picnic was in a shaded area, Bogey was drinking plenty of water and even played in the pool with his friends. No signs of distress whatsoever. On the car ride home, the AC was on full blast. At first signs of laboured breathing we stopped to get lemon juice. By the time we got home (12 minutes later) Bogey had a heart attack. He took his last breaths in our kitchen floor in my arms. Devastated is an understatement. He was supposed to meet our first baby in December and look out for them. We were supposed to grow old together. I miss you so much B.







