Here’s Bond
I remember the day I got Bond, out of all the puppies in the litter he was the biggest at 8 weeks old, and most importantly he picked me. While all the other puppies were busy playing, Bond only wanted to be held by me. I had no idea in that moment how much my life would change, or how this small puff of a lot of hair would fulfill my life. Bond only knew how to love, he was sweet and gentle and always wanting to be snuggled, this is why I called him “My Sweet Puppy.” He had no idea he was 50lbs, and would look confused when I wouldn’t allow him to climb onto my chest because in his mind he was still a small puff with a lot of hair, this is how he got the name “Cling-on.” For him, time seemed to stand still, he loved me and my husband and nothing ever changed. Bond told me he loved me constantly. When he hugged me he would actually hold onto me with his paw, and I would embrace him and he would let me hug him for as long as I needed or wanted to. When he gave me kisses he left no spot on my face untouched, and when he wanted attention he would come next to me and nudge under neath my upper arm with his nose in an effort to get me to hug him, and would look up at me with his sweet brown eyes that also had flecks of blue in them, and that is why I called him “Snoopy Nose.” He never barked, largely due to the fact he always had a toy or his water bucket in his mouth and so I affectionately called him “Bucket Head.” I originally named him Bond because I love 007 movies, but now that he’s gone his name encompasses the special Bond, and the only true description for what we lost. As you can imagine he has many more nicknames that he responded to: Bondie, Bondie Doodle Dandy, Doodle Buggy and so forth that all had special meaning to me, and that only Bond understood. He only had one name for me “Momma,” and although he couldn’t speak, I knew to him I was his Momma, and he depended on me to come home everyday to love him, and so he could love me.