"Grief only exists where love lived first."
This is the story of our girl, Boo. In November 2007, Brandon went to the SPCA and adopted a very lively, wild mutt. "Lab mix" they said, yet in the years to come, we heard many things regarding what she looked like: pit, boxer, and beagle were the most frequent comments. B and I went over several names, disagreeing on most as we walked along the beach one night, until we came to "Boo." Actually, Boo Berry (like the cereal). I wasn't sure what to make of Boo at first. She was super cute, but STRONG and that scared me. I had spent most of my life with cats, minus some dogs in my early childhood years. Needless to say, we all bonded and loved each other deeply. I'll never forget bringing Boo home from her Oma's house (Brandon's mom) after the birth of our Ayla. She was so good around the baby. In fact, if the baby cried and we weren't there instantaneously, she was at our heels whining, as if she were saying, "The little human needs you.&q