keeva

    Keeva became ill in the last week. I took her to the vet expecting she’d need some medicine and TLC. Instead we got some very bad news.

    Our sweet girl – verifiably the best pup ever – is going to sleep tomorrow. She’ll be surrounded by a heartbroken family who loves her very much and will help her rest as comfortably as possible.

    Goodbye, sweetie. I’ll miss you forever.

    The sweetest Boston terrier ever is laying on a rug on a sunny porch.

    I told Keeva a funny joke.

    A Boston terrier is panting in the warmth and looks as though she’s laughing. (She just came inside and has plenty of fresh, cool, clean water in a bowl nearby.)

    A sleepy Keeva caught a patch of sun.

    The world’s sweetest and gentlest Boston terrier is sitting droopily in a sunny bit of carpet.

    I set my pillows on the floor to make the bed. Keeva had burrowed in by the time I got back around to that side. I didn’t have the heart to move her. Within moments she was snoring away.

    A Boston terrier is burrowed in between several large, colorful pillows.The same Boston terrier is curled up and sleeping in the same spot.

    How I’m working right now. I couldn’t move if I had to.

    A Boston terrier is sleeping on the floor, pressed against my sandaled foot.

    Keeva wants pets.

    A Boston terrier with the sweetest little face is smiling up at the camera. She’s standing on a wood floor half in, half out of the sun streaming in through a door.