Tucker Borfitz, Broomfield, CO — October 12, 1997 to December 4, 2010
At five weeks, Tucker and his littermates were taken from their mother, and at six weeks Tucker came home with us – a tiny white furball sitting upright quietly in a shoebox for the entire ride. This may have been the last time he was totally compliant! As he grew, his sweet and loving nature was always front and center, but that little boy could be hard-headed on some points, for example:
Me: “Tucker, come.”
Tucker: “Who, me? Why? Now? Will you give me a cookie?”
Me: “Tucker, bath.”
Tucker: “You talkin’ to me? Is that water? I’m getting pretty heavy to carry, huh?
Me: “Tucker, it’s 3 am, no singing!”
Tucker: “But, but, it’s a firetruck, and it’s really close, and it’s calling me … I didn’t start it.”
He mellowed as he got older, and our best hours were lying together on the floor – me reading, him snoring softly. He was funny and handsome and so, so sweet. He loved the snow and hated bugs. Our daily walks took forever – always something exciting to sniff and new people to greet.
I miss him so much, but I know we’ll be together again one day in the place where there’s no pain, no tears. We have to be together again, because he took something of mine when he left: my heart.
Juanita Borfitz, Tucker’s Mom