10/29/2026
Fenway is the sole reason I love dogs so much, especially Boston Terriers. I adopted her from a pet store when I was 23. She was born ironically on the day of my grandmother's passing. I always felt she was a gift from my grandmother. Together (along with my yellow tabby Gus Gus), we sailed through my twenties. She was with me through failed relationships, excellent and sad days, and all my achievements. We even adopted two more BTs. She approved of my husband when he came into my life at 33 and was my comfort through my journey with infertility. In December, we found out she had heart and lung failure, and I was determined (and so was she) to be around for the birth of my first child, my son, in January. She fought the good fight and got to love on my child, but last Thursday, she had a stroke, and it was evident that it was time to cross the rainbow bridge to join Gus Gus and Winston (my middle BT I loss in 2021). We held her close and tight as she was put to sleep, and I got to endure one more set of kisses before the final goodbye. I feel she fulfilled her purpose. She was my rock so many times in adulthood and so many milestones. She wanted to ensure we brought our child into the world, and now she could say goodbye. Her birthday would have been April 12. I miss her so much. I miss her nagging for snacks, her snoring and monstrous farts, her kisses, and even changing her doggie diapers. She was such a good girl, and I loved her dearly.
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