Three years ago, on March 19th, my uncle Marty passed away. That night the vet called, and I put my best friend down, he went to heaven with my uncle. I broke that day, and I finally realized what pain really is. Whether anyone believes me or not, losing Boo was devastating, and combined with losing my Uncle, I lost it. I love them both so much. I know it seems horrid, comparing the death of a dog to the death of a family member. But Boo was my baby, my child. He was the one to help me through all of my hardest moments. And on the day I needed him most, he left me. My friends and family, they helped me. They all held me up until I could walk straight again. And now, even as I cry and remember today, I also remember they're both up there, smiling down at me. I know my uncle took Bowser for a reason, or maybe Bowser felt the need to follow him and keep him on his toes. Whatever the reason, I know they're in their eternal bliss now, and I'm happy they don't need to suffer. God bless you both, and when the day comes that I see you two again I know I'll be smiling too.