My dear Bosco has lost the fight against his own body.
At 13 years and 2 months old, he gave me more love and loyalty than I ever could have imagined.
Two years ago, he beat cancer — a true fighter in every sense of the word. But over the last eight months, his body slowly began to betray him. We tried everything: medications, treatments, and all the comfort we could give. I truly believe those things helped give us more time… but as anyone who’s loved and lost knows, there’s never enough.
Last night, Bosco collapsed. He could no longer stand, and I knew — in the hardest, clearest way — that it was time.
He passed surrounded by love, just as he lived every single day of his beautiful life.
Run free now, Bosco. You were so loved, and you always will be.
